The Sama-Veda




I Indra and others

1. These Soma juice mixt with curd have been expressed for Indra here:
Come with thy bay steeds, Thunder-wielder, to our home, to drink them till they make thee glad!
2. Indra, these Somas with their lauds have been prepared for thy delight.
Drink of the pleasant juice and listen to our songs; lover of song, reward the hymn!
3. I call on thee, Sabardugha, this day, inspirer of the psalm.
Indra, the richly-yielding milch-cow who provides unfailing food in ample stream.
4. Indra, the strong and lofty hills are powerless to bar thy way
None stays that act of thine when thou wouldst fain give wealth to one like me who sings thy praise.
5. Who knows what vital power he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice?
This is the fair-cheeked. God who, joying in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.
6. What time thou castest from his seat and punishest the riteless man,
Strengthen for opulence, O Indra Maghavan, our plant desired by many a one!
7. Let Tvashtar, Brahmanaspati, Parjanya guard our heavenly word,
Aditi with her sons, the brothers, guard for us the invincible, the saving word!
8. Ne’er art thou fruitless, Indra, ne’er dost thou desert the worshipper:
But now, O Maghavan, thy bounty as a God is poured forth ever more and more.
9. Best slayer of the Vritras, yoke thy bay steeds, Indra, far away
Come with the high ones hither, Maghavan, to us, mighty, to, drink the Soma juice!
10. O Thunderer, zealous worshippers gave thee drink this time yesterday:
So, Indra, listen here to him who offers lauds: come near unto, our dwelling-place!


1. Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen.
The mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the light.
2. These morning sacrifices call you, Asvins, at the break of day.
For help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by house, ye visit all.
3. Where are ye, Gods? What mortal man, O Asvins, glows with zeal for you,
Urging you with the crushing stone and with the stalk of Soma thus or otherwise?
4. This sweetest Soma juice hath been expressed for you at morning rites.
Asvins, drink this prepared ere yesterday and give treasures to him who offers it!
5. Let me not, still beseeching thee with might and sound of Soma drops,
Anger at sacrifice a fierce wild creature! Who would not beseech the almighty one!
6. Adhvaryu, let the Soma flow, for Indra longs to drink thereof.
He even now hath yoked his vigorous bay steeds: the Vritraslayer hath come nigh.
7. Bring thou all this unto the good, O Indra, to the old and young!
For, Maghavan, thou art rich in treasures from of old, to be invoked in every fight.
8. If I, O Indra, were the lord of riches ample as thine own,
I would support the singer, God who scatterest wealth! and not abandon him to woe.
9. Thou in thy battles, Indra, art subduer of all hostile bands.
Father art thou, all-conquering, cancelling the curse, thou victor of the vanquisher!
10. For in thy might thou stretchest out beyond the mansions of the sky.
The earthly region, Indra, comprehends thee not. Thou hast waxed mighty over all.


1. Pressed is the juice divine with milk commingled: thereto hath Indra ever been accustomed.
We wake thee, Lord of bays, with sacrifices: mark this our laud in the wild joys of Soma!
2. A home is made for thee to dwell in, Indra: O much-invoked one, with the men go thither!
Thou, that thou mayest guard us and increase us, givest us wealth and joyest in the Somas.
3. The well thou clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that were obstructed.
Thou, Indra, laying the great mountain open, slaying the Ddnava, didst loose the torrents.
4. When we have pressed the juice we laud thee, Indra, most valorous! even about to win the booty.
Bring us prosperity, and by thy great wisdom, under thine own protection, may we conquer!
5. Thy right hand have we grasped in ours, O Indra, longing, thou very Lord of wealth, for treasures.
Because we know thee, hero, Lord of cattle: vouchsafe us mighty and resplendent riches!
6. Men call on Indra in the armed encounter that he may make the hymns they sing decisive.
Hero in combat and in love of glory, give us a portion of the stall of cattle!
7. Like birds of beauteous wing the Priyamedhas, Rishis, imploring, have come nigh to Indra.
Dispel the darkness and fill full our vision: deliver us as men whom snares entangle!
8. They gaze on thee with longing in their spirit, as on a strongwinged bird that mounteth sky-ward;
On thee with wings of gold, Varuna’s envoy, the Bird that hasteneth to the home of Yama.
9. First in the ancient time was Prayer engendered: Vena disclosed the bright ones from the summit,
Laid bare this world’s lowest and highest regions, womb of the existent and the non-existent.
10. They have prepared and fashioned for this hero words never matched, most plentiful, most auspicious,
For him the ancient, great, strong, energetic, the very mighty wielder of the thunder.

IV Indra

1. The black drop sank in Ansumati’s bosom, advancing with ten thousand round about it.
Indra with might longed for it as it panted: the hero-hearted King laid down his weapons.
2. Flying in terror from the snort of Vritra all deities who were thy friends forsook thee.
So, Indra, with the Maruts be thy friendship: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.
3. The old hath waked the young Moon from his slumber who runs his circling course with many round him.
Behold the God’s high wisdom in its greatness: he who died yesterday to-day is living.
4. Then, at thy birth, thou wast the foeman, Indra, of those the seven who ne’er had met a rival.
The hidden pair, heaven and the earth, thou foundest, and to the mighty worlds thou gavest pleasure.
5. A friend we count thee, sharp-edged, thunder-wielder, Steer strong of body, overthrowing many.
Thou, helping, causest pious tribes to conquer: Indra, I laud the, heavenly Vritra-slayer.
6. Bring to the wise, the great, who waxeth mighty your offerings,. and make ready your devotion!
Go forth to many tribes as man’s controller!
7. Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best hero in this fight where spoil is gathered,
Strong, listening to give us aid in battles, who slays the Vritras, wins and gathers riches!
8. Prayers have been offered up-through love of glory: Vasishtha, honour Indra in the battle!
He who with fame extends through all existence hears words which I, his faithful servant, utter.
9. May the sweet Soma juices make him happy to cast his quoit that lies in depth of waters!
Thou from the udder which o’er earth is fastened hast poured the milk into the kine and herbage.

V Indra and others

1. This vigorous one whom deities commission, the conqueror of cars, the strong and mighty,
Swift, fleet to battle, with uninjured fellies, even Tarkshya for our weal will we call hither.
2. Indra the rescuer, Indra the helper, hero who listens at each invocation,
Sakra I call, Indra invoked of many. May Indra Maghavan accept our presents!
3. Indra whose right hand wields the bolt we worship, driver of bay steeds seeking sundered courses.
Shaking his beard with might he hath arisen, terrible with his weapons, with his bounty.
4. The ever-slaying, bold and furious Indra, the bright bolt’s Lord, the strong, the great, the boundless,
Who slayeth Vritra and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, Maghavan the bounteous.
5. The man who lies in wait and fights against us, deeming himself a giant or a hero,–
By battle or with strength destroy him, Indra! With thy help, manly-souled! may we be victors!
6. He whom men call when striving with their foemen, or speeding onward in array of battle,
Whom bards incite where heroes win the booty, or in the way to waters, He is Indra.
7. On a high car, O Parvata and Indra, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither!
Enjoy our presents, Gods, at sacrifices: wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our oblation!
8. In ceaseless flow hath he poured forth his praises, as waters from the ocean’s depth, to Indra,
Who to his car on both its sides securely hath fixed the earth and heaven as with an axle.
9. May our friends turn thee hitherward to friendship! Mayst thou approach us even o’er many rivers!
May the Disposer, radiant in this mansion with special lustre, bring the father’s offspring!
10. Who yokes to-day unto the pole of Order the strong and passionate steers of checkless spirit,
Health-bringing, bearing in their mouths no fodder? Long shall he live who richly pays their service.


I Indra

1. The singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are lauding thee.
The Brahmans have exalted thee, O Satakratu, like a pole.
2. All sacred-songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea,
Best of all warriors borne on cars, the Lord of heroes, Lord of strength.
3. This poured libation, Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent:
Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.
4. Stone-darting Indra, wondrous God, what wealth thou hast not given me here,
That bounty, treasure-finder! bring, filling full both thy hands, to us!
5. O Indra, hear Tiraschi’s call, the call of him who serveth thee!
Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring! Great art thou.
6. This Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra: bold one, mightiest, come!
May Indra-vigour fill thee full, as Surya fills mid-air with rays
7. Come hither, Indra, with thy bays, come thou to Kanva’s eulogy!
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.
8. Song-lover! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma flows.
Together, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their calves.
9. Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymn!
Let milk-blent juice delight him made stronger with pure, pure songs of praise!
10. That which, most wealthy, makes you rich, in splendours most illustrious,
Soma is pressed: thy gladdening drink, Indra libation’s Lord! is this.

II Indra. Dadhikravan

1. Bring forth oblations to the God who knoweth all who fain would drink,
The wanderer, lagging not behind the hero, coming nigh with speed!
2. To us the mighty, lying in all vital power, who resteth in the deep, who standeth in the east.
Drive thou the awful word away.
3. Even as a car to give us aid, we draw thee nigh to favour us,
Strong in thy deeds, quelling attack, Indra, Lord, mightiest! of the brave.
4. With powers of mighty ones hath he, the friend, the ancient, been equipped,
Through whom our father Manu made prayers efficacious with the Gods.
5. What time the swift and shining steeds, yoked to the chariots, draw them on,
Drinking the sweet delightful juice, there men perform their glorious acts.
6. Him for your sake I glorify as Lord of Strength who wrongeth none,
Indra the hero, mightiest, all-conquering and omniscient.
7. I with my praise have glorified strong Dadhikravan, conquering steed
Sweet may he make our mouths: may he prolong the days we have to live!
8. Render of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born,
Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled.

III Indra and others

1. Offer the triple sacred draught to Indu hero-worshipper!
With hymn and plenty he invites you to complete the sacrifice.
2. Those whom they call the attendant pair of Kasyapa who knows the light,
Lords of each holy duty when the wise have honoured sacrifice.
3. Sing, sing ye forth your songs of praise, men, Priya-medhas, sing your songs:
Yea, let young children sing their lauds: yea, glorify our firm stronghold!
4. To Indra must a laud be said, a joy to him who freely gives,
That Sakra may be joyful in our friendship and the juice we pour.
5. Your Lord of might that ne’er hath bent, that ruleth over all mankind,
I call, that he, as he is wont, may aid the chariots and the men.
6. Even he who is thine own, through thought of Heaven, of mortal man who toils,
He with the help of lofty Dyaus comes safe through straits of enmity.
7. Wide, Indra Satakratu, spreads the bounty of thine ample grace:
So, good and liberal giver, known to all men, send us splendid wealth!
8. Bright Ushas, when thy times return, all quadrupeds and bipeds stir,
And round about flock winged birds from all the boundaries of heaven.
9. Ye Gods who yonder have your home amid the luminous realm of heaven,
What count ye right? what endless life? What is the ancient call on you?
10. We offer laud and psalm wherewith men celebrate their holy rites.
They govern at the sacred place and bear the sacrifice to Gods.

IV Indra

1. Heroes of one accord brought forth and formed for kingship Indra who wins the victory in all encounters,
For power, in firmness, in the field, the great destroyer, fierce and exceeding strong,rstalwart and full of vigour.
2. I trust in thy first wrathful deed, O Indra, when thou slewest Vritra and didst work to profit man;
When the two world-halves fled for refuge unto thee, and earth even trembled at thy strength, O Thunder-armed!
3. Come all with might together to the Lord of heaven, the only one who is indeed the guestof men.
He is the first: to him who fain would come to us all pathways turn; he is in truth the only one.
4. Thine, Indra, praised of many, excellently rich, are we who trusting in thy help draw near to thee.
For none but thou, song-lover, shall receive our lauds: as Earth loves all her creatures, welcome this our hymn!
5. High hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan, supporter of mankind, of Indra meet for lauds;
Him who hath waxen mighty, much-invoked with prayers, immortal one whose praise each day is sung aloud.
6. In perfect unison have all your longing hymns that find the light of heaven sounded forth Indra’s praise.
As wives embrace their lord, the comely bridegroom, so they compass Maghavan about that he may help.
7. Make glad with songs that Ram whom many men invoke, worthy hymns of praise, Indra the sea of wealth;
Whose boons spread like the heavens, the – lover of mankind: sing praise to him the Sage, most liberal for our good!
8. I glorify that Ram who finds the light of heaven, whose hundred strong and mighty ones go forth with him.
With prayers may I turn hither Indra to mine aid;-the car which like a swift steed hasteth to the call!
9. Filled full of fatness, compassing all things that be, wide, spacious, dropping meath, beautiful in their form,
The heaven and the earth by Varuna’s decree, unwasting, rich in germs, stand parted each from each.
10. As like the Morning, thou hast filled, O Indra, both the earth. and heaven,
So as the mighty one, great King of all the mighty race of men, the Goddess mother brought thee forth, the blessed mother gave thee life.
11. Sing, with oblation, praise to him who maketh glad, who with. Rijisvan drove the dusky brood away!
Let us, desiring help, call him for friendship, him the strong, the Marut-girt, whose right hand wields the bolt!

V Indra

I. When Somas flow thou makest pure, Indra, thy mind that merits laud
For gain of strength that ever grows: for great is he.
2. Sing forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many laud:
Invite the potent Indra with your songs of praise
3. We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which conquer; in the fray,
Which, Caster of the Stone! gives room and shines like gold,
4. Whether thou drink the Soma by Vishnu’s or Trita Aptya’s side,
Or with the Maruts, Indra! quaff the following drops.
5. Come, priest, and of the savoury juice pour forth a yet more gladdening draught:
So is the hero praised who ever prospers us.
6. Pour out the drops for Indra; let him drink the meath of Soma juice!
He through his majesty sends forth his bounteous gifts.
7. Come, sing we praise to Indra, friends! the hero who deserves the laud,
Him who with none to aid o’ercomes all tribes of men.
8. Sing ye a psalm to Indra, sing a great song to the lofty Sage,
To him who maketh prayer, inspired who loveth laud!
9. He who alone bestoweth wealth on mortal man who offereth gifts
Is Indra only, potent Lord whom none resist.
10. Companions, let us learn a prayer to Indra, to the Thunderer,
To glorify your bold and most heroic friend!





I Indra Adityas

1. Indra, this might of thine I praise most highly for the sacrifice
That thou, O Lord of Power, dost slay Vritra with might
2. For thee this Soma hath been pressed, in whose wild joy thou madest once
Sambara Divodasa’s prey: O Indra, drink!
3. Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable!
Wide as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of heaven!
4. Joy, mightiest Indra, that perceives, sprung from deep Soma draughts, whereby
Thou smitest down the greedy fiend,-that joy we crave!
5. Adityas, very mighty ones, grant to our children and our seed
This lengthened term of life that they may live long days!
6. Though knowest, Indra, Thunder-armed! how to avoid destructive powers,
As one secure from pitfalls each returning day.
7. Drive ye disease and strife away, drive ye away malignity:
Adityas, keep us far removed from sore distress!
8. Drive Soma, Indra, Lord of bays! and let it cheer thee: the stone, like a well-guided courser,

II Indra.

1. Still, Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou:
Thou seekest friendship but in war.
2. Him who of old hath broucht to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,
Even Indra, O my friends, for help.
3. Fail not when marching onward: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away
Ye who can tame even what is firm!
4. Come hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of kine:
Drink thou the Soma, Soma’s Lord!
5. Hero, may we, with thee for friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath,
In fight with people rich in kine!
6. Yea, kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the oxen, close united friends!
Are licking one another’s back.
7. O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring
A hero conquering in war!
8. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee
Coming like floods that follow floods
9. Sitting like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk, which gladdeneth and exalteth thee,
Indra, to thee we sing aloud.
10. We call on thee, O matchless one! We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves,
Call on thee, wondrous, Thunder-armed.

III Indra

1. The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste the bright cows drink,
Who travelling in splendour close to mighty Indra’s side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.
2. Thus hath the Soma, gladdening draught, produced the prayer that giveth joy:
Thou, mightiest, Thunder-armed, hast driven by force the Dragon from the earth, lauding thine own supremacy.
3. By men hath Indra been advanced, the Vritra-slayer, to joy and strength.
Him only we invoke for help in battles whether great or small: be he our aid in deeds of might!
4. Unconquered strength is only thine, Indra, Stonecaster, Thunder-armed!
When thou with thy surpassing power smotest to death that guileful beast, lauding thine own supremacy.
5. Go forward, meet the foe, be bold; thy bolt of thunder is not checked!
Manliness, Indra, is thy strength. Slay Vritra, make the waters thine, lauding thine own supremacy!
6. When war and battles are on foot, booty is offered to the bold.
Yoke thou thy wildly-rushing bays. Whom wilt thou slay, and whom enrich? Do thou, O Indra, make us rich!
7. Wcll have they eaten and rejoiced; the friends have risen and passed away:
The sages luminous in themselves have praised thee with their latest hymn. Now, Indra, yoke thy two bay steeds!
8. Graciously listen to our songs. Maghavan, be not negligent!
When wilt thou make us glorious? Make this, only this thine end and aim. Now, Indra! yoke thy two bay steeds.
9. Within the waters runs the Moon, he with the beauteous wings in heaven.
Ye lightnings with your golden wheels, men find not your abiding-place. Mark this my woe, ye Earth and Sky!
10. To meet your treasure-bringing car, the mighty car most dear to us.
Asvins, the Rishi is prepared, your worshipper, with songs of praise. Lovers of sweetness, hear my call!

IV Agni and others.

1. O Agni, God, we kindle thee, refulgent, wasting not away,
That this more glorious fuel may send forth for thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
2. With offerings of our own we choose thee, Agni, as our Hotar priest,
Piercing and brightly shining-at your glad carouse-served with trimmed grass at sacrifice. Thou waxest great.
3. O heavenly Dawn, awaken us to ample opulence to-day,
Even as thou didst waken us with Satyasravas, Vayya’s son, high born! delightful with thy steeds!
4. Send us a mind that brings delight, send energy and mental power.
Then-at your glad carouse-let men joy in thy love, sweet juice! as kine in pasturage. Thou waxest great,
5. Great, as his nature is, through power, terrible, he hath waxed in strength,
Lord of bay steeds, strong-jawed, sublime, he in joined hands for glory’s sake hath grasped his iron thunderbolt.
6. He, Indra, verily will mount the powerful car that finds the kine,
Who thinks upon the well-filled bowl, the tawny coursers’ harnesser. Now, Indra, yoke thy two bay steeds!
7. I think of Agni who is kind, whom, as their home, the milch-kine seek:
Whom fleet-foot coursers seek as home, and strong enduring steeds as home. Bring food to those who sing thy praise!
8. No peril, no severe distress, ye Gods, affects the mortal man
Whom Aryaman and Mitra lead, and Varuna, of one accord, beyond his foes.

V Soma Pavamana

1. Flow forth, O Soma, flow thou onward, sweet to Indra’s Mitra’s, Pushan’s, Bhaga’s taste.
2. Run forth to battle, conquering the Vritras; thou speedest to quell the foes like one exacting debts.
3. Flow onward, Soma, as a mighty sea, as Father of the Gods, to every form.
4. Flow onward, Soma, flow for mighty strength, as a strong courser, bathed, to win the prize.
5. Fair Indu hath flowed on for rapturous joy, sage, for good fortune, in the waters’ lap.
6. In thee, effused. O Soma, we rejoice ourselves for great supremacy in fight:
Thou, Pavamana, enterest into mighty deeds.
7. Who are these radiant men in serried rank, Rudra’s young heroes, too, with noble steeds?
8. Agni, with hymns may we now accomplish that which thou lovest,
Strength, like a horse, auspicious strength with service.
9. The strong youths have come forth to view, to show their strength, God Savitar’s quickening energy:
Ye warrior horsemen, win the heavens.
10. Soma, flow splendid with thy copious stream in due succession through the ample fleece.


I. Indra

1. Giver from all sides, bring to us from every side, thou whom as strongest we entreat!
2. This Brahman, comer at due time, named Indra, is renowned and praised.
3. The Brahmans with their hymns exalting Indra increased his strength that he might slaughter Ahi.
4. Anavas wrought a chariot for thy courser, and Tvashtar, much-invoked! the bolt that gitters:
5. Rest, wealth to him who longs for wealth! the riteless stirs not his love nor wins his way to riches.
6. The cows are ever pure and all-supporting, the Gods are ever free from stain and blemish.
7. With all thy beauty come! The kine approaching with full udders follow on thy path.
8. May we, inhabiting a meath-rich dwelling, increase our wealth, and think of thee, O Indra!
9. The Maruts with fair hymns chant out their praise-song: this Indra, famed and youthful, shouts accordant.
10. Sing to your Indra, mightiest Vritra-slayer, sing to the Sage the song that he accepteth!

II Agni Indra

1. Observant Agni hath appeared, oblation-bearer with his car.
2. O Agni, be our nearest friend, yea, our protector and our kind deliverer!
3. Like wondrous Bhaga, Agni deals treasure among the mighty.
4. Far off or present even now, send forth thy shouting first of all!
5. Dawn drives away her sister’s gloom, and through her excellence makes her retrace her path.
6. May we, with Indra and the Gods to aid us, bring these existing worlds to full completion!
7. Like streams of water on their way, let bounties, Indra, flow from thee!
8. With this may we obtain strength god-appointed, happy with brave sons through a hundred winters!
9. With strength let Mitra, Varuna swell oblations; do thou prepare for us rich food, O Indra!
10. Indra is King of all the world.

III Indra and others

1. At the Trikadrukas the great and strong enjoyed the barley-brew. With Vishnu did he drink the pressed-out Soma juice, even as he would.
That hath so heightened him the great, the wide to do his mighty work. So did the God attend the God, true Indu Indra who is true.
2. This God who sees for thousands of mankind, the light, the thought of poets, and the Law,
The brilliant one, hath sent forth hither all the Dawns: spotless, one-minded, zealous in their home they dwell, with thought upon the Steer.
3. Come to us, Indra, from afar, conducting us, as, to the gatherings, a Lord of heroes, as an archer King, the heroes’ Lord!
We come with gifts of pleasant food, with flowing juice, invoking thee, as sons invite a sire, that we may win the spoil, thee, bounteousest, for gain of spoil.
4. Loudly I call that Indra Maghavan, the mighty, resistless, evermore possessing many glories.
Holy, most liberal, may he lead us on to riches, through songs, and, thunder-armed make all our pathways pleasant!
5. Heard be our prayer! In thought I honour Agni first: now straightway we elect this heavenly company, Indra and Vayu we elect.
For when our latest thought is raised and on Vivasvan centred well, then do our holy songs go forward on their way, our songs as ’twere unto the Gods.
6. To Vishnu, to the mighty whom the Maruts follow, let your hymns born in song go forth, Evayamarut!
To the strong, very holy band adorned with bracelets, that rushes on in joy and ever roars for vigour!
7. With this his golden splendour purifying him, be with his own allies subdues all enemies, as Sura with his own allies.
Cleansing himself with stream of juice he shines forth yellow-hued and red, when with the praisers he encompasses all, forms, with praisers having seven mouths.
8. I praise this God, parent of heaven and earth, exceeding wise, possessed of real energy, giver of treasure, thinker dear to all,
Whose splendour is sublime, whose light shone brilliant in, creation, who, wise and golden-handed, in his beauty mader the sky.
9. Agni I deem our Hotar-priest, munificent wealth-giver, Son of Strength, who, knoweth all that is, even as the Sage who, knoweth all.
Lord of fair rites, a God with form erected turning to the Gods, he, when the flame hath sprung forth from the holy oil, the offered fatness, longs for it as it glows bright.
10. This, Indra! dancer! was thy hero deed, thy first and ancient work, worthy to be told forth in heaven,
Even thine who furtheredst life with a God’s own power, freeing the floods. All that is godless may he conquer with his might, and, Lord of Hundred Powers, find for us strength and food!

IV Soma Pavamana

1. High is thy juice’s birth: though set it heaven, on earth it hath obtained dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, pressed out for Indra, for his drink!
3. Flow onward mighty with thy stream, inspiriting the Maruts’ Lord, winning all riches with thy power!
4. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight, slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!
5. Three several words are uttered: kine are lowing, cows who give the milk; the tawny-hued goes bellowing on.
6. For Indra girt by Maruts, flow, thou Indu, very rich in meath, to seat thee in the place of song!
7. Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for rapturous joy. Hawk-like he settles in his home.
8. Gold-hued! as one who giveth strength flow on for Gods to drink, a draught for Vayu and the Marut host!
9. Soma, the dweller on the hills, effused, hath flowed into the sieve. All-bounteous art thou in carouse.
10. The Sage of heaven whose heart is wise, when laid between both hands, with roars, gives us delightful powers of life.

V Soma Pavamana

1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly, pressed to glorify our liberal lords.
2. The Somas, skilled in song, the waves, have led the water forward, like buffaloes speeding to the woods.
3. Indu flow on, a mighty juice; glorify us among the folk: drive all our enemies away!
4. For thou art strong by splendour: we, O Pavamana, call on thee, the brilliant looker on the light.
5. Indu, enlightener, dear, the thought of poets, hath flowed clearly, like a charioteer who starts the steed.
6. Through our desire of heroes, kine, and horses, potent Soma drops, brilliant and swift, have been effused.
God, working with mankind, flow on; to Indra go thy gladdening juice: to Vayu mount as Law commands!
From heaven hath Pavamana made, as ’twere, the marvellous thunder, and the lofty light of all mankind.
9. Pressed for the gladdening draught the drops flow forth abundantly with song, flow onward with the stream of meath.
10. Reposing on the river’s wave, the Sage hath widely flowed around, bearing the bard whom many love.






I Soma Pavamana

1. The Gods have come to Indu well-descended, beautified with milk, the active crusher of the foe.
2. Active, while being purified, he hath assailed all enemies: they deck the Sage with holy hymns.
3. Pouring all glories hither, he, effused, hath passed within the jar: Indu on Indra is bestowed.
4. From the two press-boards is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve: the steed steps forward to the goal.
5. Impetuous, bright, have they come forth, unwearied in their speed, like bulls, driving the black skin far away.
6. Soma, thou flowest chasing foes, finder of wisdom and delight: drive thou the godless folk afar!
Flow onward with that stream wherewith thou gavest splendour to the Sun, speeding the waters kind to man!
8. Flow onward thou who strengthenedst Indra to slaughter Vritra who compassed and stayed the mighty floods!
9. Flow onward, Indu, with this food for him who in thy wild delights battered the nine-and-ninety down!
10. Flow, pressed, into the filter, speed the heavenly one who winneth wealth, who bringeth booty through our juice!

II Soma Pavamana

1. The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as mighty Mitra to behold: he gleams and flashes with the Sun.
2. We choose to-day that chariot-steed of thine, the strong, that brings us bliss, the guardian, the desire of all.
3. Adhvaryu, to the filter lead the Soma juice expressed with stones: make thou it pure for Indra’s drink.
4. Swift runs this giver of delight, even the stream of flowingjuice: Swift runs this giver of delight.
5. Pour hitherward, O Soma, wealth in thousands and heroic strength, and keep renown secure for us!
-6. The ancient living ones have come unto a newer resting-place. They made the Sun that he might shine.
7. Soma, flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs, resting in wooden vats, thy home!
8. O Soma, thou, art strong and bright, potent, O God, with potent sway: thou, mighty one, ordainest laws.
9. For food, flow onward with thy stream, cleansed and made bright by sapient men: Indu. with sheen approach the milk!
10. Soma, flow on with pleasant stream, strong and devoted to the Gods, our friend, unto the woollen sieve.
11. By this solemnity, Soma, thou, though great, hast been increased: in joy thou, verily actest like a bull!
12. Most active and benevolent, this Pavamana sent to us for lofty friendship meditates.
13. Indu, to us for this great rite, bearing as ’twere thy wave to Gods, unwearied, thou art flowing on.
14. Chasing our foemen, driving off the godless, Soma floweth on, going to Indra’s settled place.

III Soma Pavamana

1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe: giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of gold.
2. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred gifts, who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams! He hath pressed Soma out with stones.
3. Expressed by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep, thou, entering the press-boards even as men a fort, gold-hued hast settled in the vats.
4. O Soma,–for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge, sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the vat that drops with meath.
5. Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep, goes, even as with a mare, in tawny-coloured stream, goes in a sweetly-sounding stream.
6. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight. Many fiends follow me help me, thou tawny-hued: pass on beyond these barriers!
7. Deft-handed! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea. Thou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much desired.
8. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening drink, intelligent drops above the station of the sea, exhilarating, dropping meath.
9. Soma, while thou art cleansed, most dear and watchful in the sheep’s long wool, most like to Angiras! thou hast become a sage. Sprinkle our sacrifice with mead!
10. Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his Marut host: he hastens o’er the fleece with all his thousand streams: him, him the men make pure and bright.
11. Flow on, best winner of the spoil, to precious gifts of every sort! Thou art a sea according to the highest law, joy-giver, Soma! to the Gods
12. Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream, girt by the Maruts, gladdening, steeds with Indra’s strength, for wisdom and for dainty food.

IV Soma Pavamana

1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed forward to the battle!
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass with reins they lead thee.
2. The God declares the deities’ generations, like Uaana, proclaiming lofty wisdom.
With brilliant kin, far-ruling, sanctifying, the wild boar, singing with his foot, advances.
3. Three are the voices that the car-steed utters: he speaks the lore of prayer, the thought of Order.
To the cows’ master come the cows inquiring: the hymns with eager longing come to Soma.
4. Made pure by this man’s urgent zeal and impulse, the God hath with his juice the Gods pervaded.
Pressed, singing, to the sieve he goes, as passes the Hotar to enclosures holding cattle.
5. Father of holy hymns Soma flows onward, the father of the earth, father of heaven;
Father of Agni, Surya’s generator, the father who begat Indra and Vishnu
6. To him, praiseworthy, sacred tones have sounded, Steer of the triple height, the life-bestower.
Dwelling in wood, like Varuna, a river, lavishing treasure, he distributes blessings.
7. Guard of all being, generating creatures, loud roared the sea as highest law commanded.
Strong, in the filter, on the fleecy summit, pressed from the stone, Soma hath waxen mighty.
8. Loud neighs the tawny steed when started, settling deep in the wooden vessel while they cleanse him.
Led by the men he makes the milk his raiment; then shall he, of himself, engender worship.
9. This thine own Soma, rich in meath, O Indra, the Strong, hath flowed into the Strong One’s filter.
The swift steed, bounteous, giving hundreds, thousands, hath reached the sacred grass which never fails him.
10. Flow onward, Soma, rich in meath, and holy, enrobed in waters, on the fleecy summit!
Settle in vessels that are full of fatness, as cheering and most gladdening drink for Indra!

V Soma Pavamana

1. In forefront of the cars forth goes the hero, the leader, seeking spoil: his host rejoices.
Soma endues his robe of lasting colours, and blesses, for his friends, their calls on Indra.
2. Thy streams have been poured forth with all their sweetness, when, cleansed thou passest through the woollen filter.
The race of kine thou cleansest, Pavamana! Thou didst beget: and speed the Sun with splendours.
3. Let us sing praises to the Gods: sing loudly, send ye the Soma forth for mighty riches!
Let him flow, sweetly-flavoured, through the filter: let the God Indu settle in the beaker!
4. Urged on, the father of the earth and heaven hath gone forth like a car to gather booty.
Going to Indra, sharpening his weapons, and in his hands containing every treasure.
5. When, by the law of the Most High, in presence of heaven and earth, the fond mind’s utterance formed him.
Then, loudly lowing, came the cows to Indu, the chosen, wellloved master in the beaker.
6. Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, the sage’s quickly-moving thoughts, adorn him.
Hither hath run the gold-hued child of Surya, and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.
7. When beauties strive for him as for a charger, then strive the songs as people for the sunlight.
A mighty Sage, he flows enrobed in waters and hymns as ‘twree a stall that kine may prosper.
8. Strong Indu, bathed in milk, flows on for Indra, Soma exciting, strength, for his carousal.
He quells malignity and slays the demons, King of the homestead, he who gives us comfort.
9. Pour forth this wealth with this purification: flow onward to the yellow lake, O Indu!
Here, too, the bright one, wind-swift, full of wisdom, shall give a son to him who cometh quickly.
10. Soma, the mighty, when, the waters’ offspring, he chose the Gods, performed that great achievement.
He, Pavamana, granted strength to Indra: he, Indu, generated light in Surya.
11. As for a chariot-race, the skilful speaker, first hymn, inventor, hath with song been started.
The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit adorn the car-horse in the resting-places.
12. Hastening onward like the waves of waters our holy hymns are coming forth to Soma.
To him they go with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who longs to meet them.


I Soma Pavamana

1. For first possession of your juice. for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. As Pushan. Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.
He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.
3. The Somas, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined,. flow
Effused, the source of Indra’s joy: may your strong juices reach the Gods!
4. For us the Soma juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal,
Effused as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the. light.
5. Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning spoil,
Riches, O Indu, thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!
6. The guileless ones are singing praise to Indra’s well-beloved friend,
As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.
7. They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a bow;
Bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the Lord.
8. Him with ths fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,
Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities.
9. Let him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the juice,
As Bhrigu’s sons chased Makha, so drive ye the niggard hound away!

II Soma Pavamana

1. Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o’er which the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty Surya’s car which moves to every side.
2. Spontaneous let our drops of Soma juice flow on, pressed out and tawny-coloured, mightily, to the Gods!
Still let our enemies, the godless, be in want, though filled with food; and let our prayers obtain success!
3. Most beauteous of the beauteous, Indra’s thunderbolt, this Soma, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat.
Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of sacrifice flow unto him, and milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.
4. Indu hath started forth for Indra’s settled place, and slights not, as a friend, the promise of his friend.
Soma comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course of hundred paths.
5. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens; the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.
Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly showing forth thy splendour in the streams.
6. Far-seeing Soma flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer of days, of mornings, and of heaven.
Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help of sages entered Indra’s heart.
7. The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for this Soma poured the genuine milky draught.
Four other beauteous creatures hath he made for his adornment when he waxed in strength through holy rites.
8. Flow on to indra, Soma, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the fiend!
Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice: here be thy flowing drops laden with opulence!
9. Even as a King hath Soma, red and tawny Bull, been pressed: the wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine.
While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.
10. The drops of Soma juice, like cows who yield their milk, have flowed forth, rich in meath, unto the diety,
And, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the address stream.
11. They balm him, balm him over, balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it with the meath.
They seize the flying Steer at the stream’s breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the animal herein.
12. Spread is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as prince thou enterest its limbs from every side.
The raw, whose mass hath not been heated, gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

III Soma Pavamana

1. To Indra, to the mighty one, let these gold-coloured juices go,
Drops born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heavenj
2. Flow vigilant for Indra, thou Soma, yea, Indu, run thou forth;
Bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven!
3. Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself.
Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites!
4. Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for rapturous
carouse: let them
Sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred gifts!
5. Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of’ sacrifice,
Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old!
6. In might, O Indu, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the Gods:
Rich in meath, Soma, in our beaker take thy seat!
7. Soma, while filtered, with his wave flows through the long wool of the sheep,
Roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.
8. The speech is uttered for the Sage, for Soma being purified:
Bring meed as ’twere to one who makes thee glad with hymns!
9. Flow to us, Indu, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and, steeds,
And do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue!
10. Voices have sung aloud to thee as finder-out of wealth for us:
We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.
11. Gold-hued and lovely in his course through tangles of the wooli he flows:
Stream forth heroic fame upon the worshippers!
12. On through the long wool of the sheep to the meath-dropping vat he flows:
The Rishis’ sevenfold quire hath sung aloud to him.

IV Soma Pavamana

I. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, exceeding rich in sweets.
Great, most celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God, on the friend of Gods:
Unclose the cask of middle air!
3. Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through the region and the flood,
Who swims in water, dwells in wood!
4. Him, even this Steer who milks the heavens, him with a thousand streams, distilling rapturous joy,
Him who brings all things excellent.
5. Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of’ wealth and sweet refreshing food,
Soma who brings us quiet homes.
6. For, verily, Pavamana, thou, divine! endued with brightest splendour calling all
Creatures to immortality.
7. Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the longwool of the sheep,
Sporting, as ’twere the waters’ wave.
8. He who from out the rocky cavern with his might took forth the red-refulgent cows–
Thou drewest to thyself the stall of kine and steeds: burst it,
brave Lord, like one in mail; yea, burst it, O brave Lord, like one in mail!







Om. Glory to the Samaveda! to Lord Ganesa glory! Om.

I Soma Pavamana

1. Sing forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who now is purified,
Fain to pay worship to the Gods!
2, Together with thy pleasant juice the Atharvans have commingled. milk.
Divine, God-loving, for the God.
3. Bring health to cattle with thy flow, health to the people, health, to steeds,
Health, O thou King, to growing plants!

II Soma Pavamana

1. Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes brilliantly,
And form that shouteth all around.
2. Roused by his drivers and sent forth, the strong Steed hath come: nigh for spoil,
As warriors when they stand arrayed.
3. Specially, Soma, Sage, by day, coming together for our weal,
Like Surya, flow for us to see!

III Soma Pavamana

1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, mighty one, have poured them forth,
Like coursers eager for renown.
2. They have been poured upon the Reece towards the meath-distilling vat:
The holy songs have rung aloud.
3. Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the lake,
Have reached the shrine of sacrifice

IV Agni

1. Come, Agni, praised with song to feast and sacrificial offerings: sit
As Hotar on the holy grass!
2. So, Angiras, we make thee strong with fuel and with holy oil.
Blaze high, thou youngest of the Gods!
3. For us thou winnest, Agni, God, heroic strength exceeding great, Far-spreading and of high renown.

V Mitra Varuna

1. Varuna, Mitra, sapient pair, pour fatness on our pastures, pour
Meath on the regions of the air!
2, Gladdened by homage, ruling far, ye reign by majesty of might,
Pure in your ways, for evermore.
3. Lauded by Jamadagni’s song, sit in the shrine of sacrifice:
Drink Soma, ye who strengthen Law!

VI Indra

1. Come, we have pressed theJuice for thee; O Indra, drink this Soma here:
Sit thou on this my sacred grass!
2. O Indra, let thy long-maned bays, yoked by prayer, bring thee hitherward!
Give ear and listen to our prayers!
3. We Soma-bearing Brahmans call thee Soma-drinker with thy friend,
We, Indra, bringing Soma juice.

VII Indra Agni

1. Indra and Agni, moved by songs, come to the juice, the precious dew:
Drink ye thereof, impelled by prayer!
2. Indra and Agni, with the man who lauds comes visible sacrifice:
So drink ye both this flowing juice!
3. With force of sacrifice I seek Indra, Agni who love the wise:
With Soma let them sate them here!

VIII Soma Pavamana

1. High is thy juice’s birth: though set in heaven, on earth it hath obtained
Dread sheltering power and great renown.
2. Finder of room and freedom, flow for Indra whom we must adore,
For Varuna and the Marut host!
3. Striving to win, with him we gain all riches from the enemy,
Yea, all the glories of mankind,

IX Soma Pavamana

1. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in watery robe.
Giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of gold.
2. He, milking for dear meath the heavenly udder, hath sat in the ancient gathering-place.
Washed by the men, far-sighted, strong, thou streamest to ther honourable reservoir.

X Soma Pavamana

1. Run onward to the reservoir and seat thee: cleansed by the men speed forward to the battle.
Making thee glossy like an able courser, forth to the sacred grass with reins they lead thee.
2. Indu, the well-armed God is flowing onward, he who averts the curse and guards the homesteads.
Father, begetter of the Gods, most skilful, the buttress of the heavens and earth’s supporter.

XI Indra

1. Like kine unmilked we call aloud, hero, to thee, and sing thy
Looker on heavenly light, Lord of this moving world, Lord, Indra! of what moveth not.
2. None other like to thee, of earth or of the heavens, hath been or ever will be born.
Desiring horses, Indra Maghavan! and kine, as men of might we call on thee.

XII Indra

1. With what help will he come to us, wonderful, everwaxing friend?
With what most mighty company?
2. What genuine and most liberal draught will spirit thee with juice to burst
Open e’en strongly-guarded wealth?
3. Do thou who art protector of us thy friends who praise thee
With hundred aids approach us!

XIII Indra

1. As cows low to their calves in stalls, so with our songs we glorify
This Indra, even your wondrous God who checks attack, who takes delight in precious juice.
2. Celestial, bounteous giver, girt about with might, rich, mountain-like, in pleasant things,–
Him swift we seek for foodful booty rich in kine, brought hundredfold and thousandfold.

XIV Indra

1. Loud-singing at tbe sacred rite where Soma flows, we priests invoke.
With haste, that he may help, as the bard’s cherisher. Indra who findeth wealth for you.
2. Whom, fair of cheek, in rapture of the juice, the firm resistless slayers hinder not:
Giver of glorious wealth to him who sings his praise, honouring him who toils and pours.

XV 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 reached his shrine, his dwelling-place.
Within the iron-hammered vat.
3. Be thou best Vritra-slaver, best granter of room, most liberal:
Promote our wealthy princes’ gifts!

XVI Soma Pavamana

1. For Indra flow, thou Soma, on, as most inspiring drink, most rich in sweets,
Great, most Celestial, gladdening drink!
2. Thou of whom having drunk the Steer acts like a steer: having drunk this that finds the light,
He, excellently wise, hath come anear to food and booty, even as Etasa.

XVII Indra

1. To Indra, to the mighty let these golden-coloured juices go,
Drops born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heaven!
2. This juice that gathers spoil flows, pressed, for Indra, for his maintenance.
Soma bethinks him of the conqueror, as he knows.
3. Yea, Indra in the joys of this obtains the grasp that gathers spoil,
And, winning waters, wields the mighty thunderbolt.

XVIII Soma Pavamana.

1. For first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink,
Drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!
2. He who with purifying stream, effused, comes flowing hitherward,
Indu, is like an able steed.
3. With prayer all-reaching let the men tend unassailable Soma: be-
The stones prepared for sacrifice!

XIX Soma Pavamana

1. Graciously- minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o’er which the youthful one grows great.
The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty
Surya’s car which moves to every side.
2. The speaker, unassailable master of this prayer, the tongue of sacrifice, pours forth the pleasant meath.
As son be sets the name of mother and of sire in the far distance, in the third bright realm of heaven.
3. Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir.
The milkers of the sacrifice have sung to him: Lord of three heights, thou shinest brightly o’er the Dawns.

XX Agni

1. Sing to your Agni with each song, at every sacrifice for strength!
Come, let us praise the wise and everlasting God, even as a well-beloved friend:
2. The Son of Strength; for is be not our gracious Lord? Let us serve him who bears our gifts!
In battles may he be our help and strengthener, yea, be the saviour of our lives!

XXI Agni

1. O Agni, come; far other songs of praise will I sing forth to thee.
Wax mighty with these Soma drops!
2. Where’er thy mind applies itself, vigour preeminent hast thou:
There wilt thou gain a dwelling-place.
3. Not for a moment only lasts thy bounty, Lord of many men:
Our service therefore shalt thou gain.

XXII Indra

1. We call on thee, O matchless one. We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves.
Call on thee, wondrous, thunder-armed:
2. On thee for aid in sacrifice, This youth of ours, the bold, the terrible, bath gone forth.
We therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, spoil winner, as our succourer.


1. So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw near to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee
Coming like floods that follow floods.
2. As rivers swell the ocean, so, hero, our prayers increase thy might,
Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.
3. With holy song they bind to the broad wide-yoked car the bay steeds of the quickening God,
Bearers of Indra, yoked by word.


I Indra

I. Invite ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma juicel
All-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live!
2. Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song renowned of old:
His name is Indra, tell it forth!
3. Indra, the dancer, be to us the giver of abundant wealth:
The mighty bring it us knee-deep!

II Indra

1. Sing ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of tawny steeds,
The Soma-drinker, O my friends!
2. To him, the bounteous, say the laud, and let us glorify, as men
May do, the giver of true gifts!
3. O Indra, Lord of boundless might, for us thou seekest spoil and kine,
Thou seekest gold for us, good Lord!

III Indra

1. This, even this, O Indra, we implore: as thy devoted friends,
The Kanvas praise thee with their hymns.
2. Naught else, O Thunderer, have I praised in the skilled singer’s eulogy;
On thy laud only have I thought.
3. The Gods seek him who presses out the Soma; they desire not sleep:
They punish sloth unweariedly

IV Indra

1. For Indra, lover of carouse, loud be our songs about the juice:
Let poets sing the song of praise
2. We summon Indra to the draught, in whom all glories rest, in whom
The seven communities rejoice.
3. At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind:
Let our songs aid and prosper it!

V Indra

1. Here, Indra, is thy Soma draught, made pure upon the sacred grass:
Run hither, come and drink thereof!
2. Strong-rayed! adored with earnest hymns! this juice is shed for thy delight:
Thou art invoked, Akhandala!
3. To Kundapayya, grandson’s son, grandson of Sringavrish! to thee,
To him have I addressed my thought.

VI Indra

1. Indra, as one with mighty arm, gather for us with thy right hand,
Manifold and nutritious spoil!
2. We know thee mighty in thy deeds, of mighty bounty, mighty wealth.
Mighty in measure, prompt to aid.
3. Hero when thou wouldst give thy gifts, neither the Gods nor mortal men
Restrain thee like a fearful bull.

VII Indra

1. Hero, the Soma being shed, I pour the juice for thee to drink:
Sate thee and finish thy carouse!
2. Let not the fools, or those who mock, beguile thee when they seek thine aid:
Love not the enemy of prayer!
3. Here let them cheer thee well supplied with milk to great munificence:
Drink as the wild bull drinks the lake!

VIII lndra

I. Here is the Soma juice expressed: O Vasu, drink till thou art full!
Undaunted God, we give it thee!
2. Washed by the men, pressed out with stones, strained through the filter made of wool,
‘Tis like a courser bathed in streams.
3. This juice have we made sweet for thee like barley, blending it with milk.
Indra, I call thee to our feast.

IX Indra

1. So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been expressed for thee with strength:
Drink of it, thou who lovest song!
2. Incline thy body to the juice which suits thy godlike nature well:
Thee, Soma-lover! let it cheer!
3. O Indra, let it enter both thy flanks, enter thy head with prayer,
With bounty, hero! both thine arms!

X Indra

1. O Come ye hither, sit ye down; to Indra sing ye forth your song,
Companions, bringing hymns of praise,
2. Laud Indra, richest of the rich, who ruleth over noblest wealth,
Beside the flowing Soma juice!
3. May he stand near us in our need with all abundance, for our wealth:
With strength may he come nigh to us!

XI Indra

1. In every need, in every fray we call, as friends to succour us,
Indra, the mightiest of all.
2. I call him, mighty to resist, the hero of our ancient home,
Thee whom my sire invoked of old.
3. If he will hear us, let him come with succour of a thousand kinds,
With strength and riches, to our call!

XI Indra

1. When Somas flow thou makest pure, Indra, thy mind that merits laud,
For gain of strength that ever grows: for great is he.
2. In heaven’s first region, in the seat of Gods, is he who brings success,
Most glorious, prompt to save, who wins the waterfloods.
3. Him I invoke, to win the spoil, even mighty Indra for the fray.
Be thou most near to us for bliss, a friend to aid!


1. With this mine homage I invoke Agni for you, the Son of Strength.
Dear, wisest envoy, skilled in noble sacrifice, immortal, messanger of all.
2. His two red horses, all-supporting, let him yoke: let him, well-worshipped, urge them fast!
Then hath the sacrifice good prayers and happy end, the heavenly gift of wealth to men.

XIV Dawn

1. Advancing, sending forth her rays, the daughter of the Sky is seen.
The mighty one lays bare the darkness with her eye, the friendly Lady makes the light.
2. The Sun ascending, the refulgent star, pours down his beams. together with the Dawn.
O Dawn, at thine arising, and, the Sun’s, may we attain the share allotted us!

XV Asvins

1. These morning sacrifices call you, Asvins, at the break of day.
For help have I invoked you rich in power and might: for, house by house, ye visit all.
2. Ye, heroes, have bestowed wonderful nourishment: send it to him whose songs are sweet.
One-minded, both of you, drive your car down to us: drink yethe savoury Soma juice!

XVI Soma Pavamana.

1. After his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from
The Sage who wins a thousand spoils.
2. In aspect he is like the Sun: he runneth forward to the lakes: Seven currents flowing to the sky.
3. He, while they purify him, stands high over all things that exist Soma, a God as Surya is.

XVII Soma Pavamana

1. By generation long ago this God, engendered for the Gods,
Flows tawny to the straining cloth.
2. According to primeval plan this poet hath been strengthened by,
The sage as God for all the Gods.
3. Shedding the ancient fiuid thou art poured into the cleansing sieve:
Roaring, thou hast produced the Gods.

XVIII Soma Pavamana

1. Bring near us those who stand aloof: strike fear into our enemy:
O Pavamana, find us wealth!
2. To him the active, nobly born.
3. Sing ye your songs to him, O men!

XIX Soma Pavamana

1. The Somas skilled in song, the waves have led the water forward, like
Buffaloes speeding to the woods.
2. With stream of sacrifice the brown bright drops have flowed with strength in store
Of kine into the wooden vats.
3. To Indra, Vayu. Varuna to Vishnu and the Maruts let
The Soma juices flow expressed.

XX Soma Pavamana

1. O Soma, for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge,
Sweet with the liquor of the stalk, as one who wakes, into the vat that drops with meath.
2. Like a dear son how must be decked, the bright and shining one hath clad him in his robe.
Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their hands.

XXI Soma Pavamana

1. The rapture-shedding Somas have flowed forth in our assembly, pressed.
To glorify our liberal lords.
2. Now like a swan hemaketh all the company sing each his hymm
He like steed is bathed in milk.
3. And Trita’s maidens onward urge the tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.

XXII Soma Pavamana.

1. Herewith flow on, thou friend of Gods! Singing, thou runnest round the sieve oni every side.
The streams of meath have been effused.
2. Lovely, gold-coloured, on he flows.
3. For him who presses, of the juice.