HYMN VI. SOMA PAVAMANA.
मन्द्रया
mandrayā
सोम
soma
धारया
dhārayā
वर्षा
vṛṣā
पवस्व
pavasva
देवयुः
devayuḥ
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अव्यो
avyo
वारेष्वस्मयुः
vāreṣvasmayuḥ
||
SOMA, flow on with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to the Gods,
Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.
अभि
abhi
तयं
tyaṃ
मद्यं
madyaṃ
मदमिन्दविन्द्र
madamindavindra
इति
iti
कषर
kṣara
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अभि
abhi
वाजिनोर्वतः
vājinoarvataḥ
||
Pour hitherward, as Indra's Self, Indu, that gladdening stream of thine,
And send us coursers full of strength.
अभि
abhi
तयं
tyaṃ
पूर्व्यं
pūrvyaṃ
मदं
madaṃ
सुवानो
suvāno
अर्ष
arṣa
पवित्र
pavitra
आ
ā
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अभि
abhi
वाजमुत
vājamuta
शरवः
śravaḥ
||
Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice,
Streaming forth power and high renown.
अनु
anu
दरप्सास
drapsāsa
इन्दव
indava
आपो
āpo
न
na
परवतासरन
pravatāsaran
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पुनाना
punānā
इन्द्रमाशत
indramāśata
||
Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent
They have reached Indra purified.
यमत्यमिव
yamatyamiva
वाजिनं
vājinaṃ
मर्जन्ति
mṛjanti
योषणो
yoṣaṇo
दश
daśa
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वने
vane
करीळन्तमत्यविम
krīḷantamatyavim
||
Whom, having passed the filter, ten dames cleanse, as ’twere a vigorous steed,
While he disports him in the wood,—
तं
taṃ
गोभिर्व्र्षणं
ghobhirvṛṣaṇaṃ
रसं
rasaṃ
मदाय
madāya
देववीतये
devavītaye
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सुतं
sutaṃ
भराय
bharāya
सं
saṃ
सर्ज
sṛja
||
The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for feast and service of the Gods,
To him who bears away the draught.
देवो
devo
देवाय
devāya
धारयेन्द्राय
dhārayendrāya
पवते
pavate
सुतः
sutaḥ
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पयो
payo
यदस्य
yadasya
पीपयत
pīpayat
||
Effused, the God flows onward with his stream to Indra, to the God,
So that his milk may strengthen him.
आत्मा
ātmā
यज्ञस्य
yajñasya
रंह्या
raṃhyā
सुष्वाणः
suṣvāṇaḥ
पवते
pavate
सुतः
sutaḥ
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परत्नंनि
pratnaṃni
पाति
pāti
काव्यम
kāvyam
||
Soul of the sacrifice, the juice effused flows quickly on: he keeps
His ancient wisdom of a Sage.
एवा
evā
पुनान
punāna
इन्द्रयुर्मदं
indrayurmadaṃ
मदिष्ठ
madiṣṭha
वीतये
vītaye
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गुहा
ghuhā
चिद
cid
दधिषे
dadhiṣe
गिरः
ghiraḥ
||
So pouring forth, as Indra's Friend, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast,
Thou, even in secret, storest hymns.