RIG VEDA BOOK9

HYMN I. Soma Pavamana.

1. In sweetest and most gladdening stream

flow pure, O Soma, on thy way,
Pressed out for Indra, for his drink.
2 Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with
the wood attained unto
His place, his iron-fashioned home.
3 Be thou best Vrtra-slayer, best granter of
bliss, most liberal:
Promote our wealthy princes' gifts.
4 Flow onward with thy juice unto the banquet
of the Mighty Gods:
Flow bither for our strength and fame.
5 O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one
object day by day:
To thee alone our prayers are said
6 By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's
Daughter purify
Thy Soma that is foaming forth.
7 Ten sister maids of slender form seize him
within the press and hold
Him firmly on the final day.
8 The virgins send him forth: they blow the the
skin musician-like and fuse
The triple foe-repelling meath.
9 Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend
for Indra's drink,
The fresh young Soma with their milk.
10 In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra
slays all the Vrtras: he,
The Hero, pours his wealth on us.

HYMN II. Soma Pavamana.

1. Soma, flow on, inviting Gods, speed to the

purifying cloth:
Pass into Indra, as a Bull.
2 As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a