Sama Veda

अ एतमु त्यं दश क्षिपो हरिं हिवन्ति यातवे च् स्वायुधं मदिन्तमम्

This tawny one, the ten fingers press for the journey, the most exhilarating, with his own weapon.

अ एष उ स्य वृषा रथो ऽव्या वारेभिरव्यत च् गच्छन्वाजं सहस्रिणम्

This one, his bull-chariot is guarded by coverings, going to the thousandfold prize.

अ एतं त्रितस्य योषणो हरिं हिन्वन्त्यद्रिभिः च् इन्दुमिन्द्राय पीतये

This tawny one, the women of Trita press with stones, the drop for Indra to drink.

अ एष स्य मानुषीष्वा श्येनो न विक्षु सीदति च् गच्छं जारो न योषितम्

This one, among men, sits like a falcon in the settlements, going like a lover to his beloved.

अ एष स्य मद्यो रसो ऽव चष्टे दिवः शिशुः च् य इन्दुर्वारमाविशत्

This intoxicating juice reveals itself, the child of heaven, the drop that has entered the covering.

अ एष स्य पीतये सुतो हरिरर्षति धर्णसिः च् क्रन्दन्योनिमभि प्रियम्

This pressed tawny one rushes for drinking, roaring, seeking his beloved abode.

अ एतं त्यं हरितो दश मर्मृज्यन्ते अपस्युवः च् याभिर्मदाय शुम्भते

This tawny one, the ten bright ones cleanse, with which he shines for exhilaration.

अ एष वाजी हितो नृभिर्विश्वविन्मनसस्पतिः च् अव्यो वारं वि धावति

This steed, set in motion by men, lord of all-knowing minds, swiftly runs unhindered to its goal.

अ एष पवित्रे अक्षरत्सोमो देवेभ्यः सुतः च् विश्वा धामान्याविशन्

This Soma, pressed for the gods, flows unceasingly through the purifier, entering all abodes.

अ एष देवः शुभायते ऽधि योनावमर्त्यः च् वृत्रहा देववीतमः

This god shines forth, immortal in his womb, slayer of Vritra, most beloved by the gods.

अ एष वृषा कनिक्रदद्दशभिर्जामिभिर्यतः च् अभि द्रोणानि धावति

This mighty one, roaring, urged by his kin in tenfold ways, rushes towards the vessels.

अ एष सूर्यमरोचयत्पवमानो अधि द्यवि च् पवित्रे मत्सरो मदः

This Pavamana has illuminated the sun in the sky; in the purifier, the exhilarating joy stirs.

अ एष सूर्येण हासते संवसानो विवस्वता च् पतिर्वाचो अदाभ्यः

This one, united with the radiant sun, beams with Vivasvat; master of speech, unassailable.

अ एष कविरभिष्टुतः पवित्रे अधि तोशते च् पुनानो घ्नन्नप द्विषः

This sage, praised and purified, delights in the purifier, cleansing and striking down the foes.

अ एष इन्द्राय वायवे स्वर्जित्परि षिच्यते च् पवित्रे दक्षसाधनः

This one, winning light, is poured for Indra and Vayu; in the purifier, he accomplishes skill.

अ एष नृभिर्वि नीयते दिवो मूर्धा वृषा सुतः च् सोमो वनेषु विश्ववित्

This Soma, bull and pressed, is led by men; he, knower of all, moves through the woods, head of heaven.

अ एष गव्युरचिक्रदत्पवमानो हिरण्ययुः च् इन्दुः सत्राजिदस्तृतः

This Pavamana, desiring cows, shines; golden-hued Indu, victorious in assemblies, is poured out.

अ एष शुष्म्यसिष्यददन्तरिक्षे वृषा हरिः च् पुनान इन्दुरिन्द्रमा

This powerful, golden one, purified, has surged in the midspace; Indu, cleansing, seeks Indra.

अ एष शुष्म्यदाभ्यः सोमः पुनानो अर्षति च् देवावीरघशंसहा

This Soma, purified, surges for the unassailable; godly, heroic, dispeller of evil speech.

अ स सुतः पीतये वृषा सोमः पवित्रे अर्षति च् विघ्नन्रक्षांसि देवयुः

This pressed, mighty Soma flows in the purifier for drinking; divine, he destroys the demons.

अ स पवित्रे विचक्षणो हरिरर्षति धर्णसिः च् अभि योनिं कनिक्रदत्

This discerning, golden one flows in the purifier, roaring, rushing towards his womb.

अ स वाजी रोचना दिवः पवमानो वि धावति च् रक्षोहा वारमव्ययम्

This steed, Pavamana, runs through the shining realms of heaven; slayer of demons, he reaches the unfailing goal.

अ स त्रितस्याधि सानवि पवमानो अरोचयत् च् जामिभिः सूर्यं सह

This Pavamana, on the summit of Trita, has illuminated together with his kin the sun.

अ स वृत्रहा वृषा सुतो वरिवोविददाभ्यः च् सोमो वाजमिवासरत्

This Soma, bull and pressed, slayer of Vritra, grants wide space to the unassailable, rushing like a steed.

अ स देवः कविनेषितो ऽभि द्रोणानि धावति च् इन्दुरिन्द्राय मंहयन्

This god, inspired by the sage, rushes towards the vessels; Indu, magnifying Indra.

अ यः पावमानीरध्येत्यृषिभिः सम्भृतं रसम् च् सर्वं स पूतमश्नाति स्वदितं मातरिश्वना

He who recites the Pavamani hymns, the essence gathered by the seers, truly eats all that is purified, delightful through the breath of life.

अ पावमानीर्यो अध्येत्यृषिभिः सम्भृतं रसम् च् तस्मै सरस्वती दुहे क्षीरं सर्पिर्मधूदकम्

To him who recites the Pavamani hymns, the essence gathered by the seers, Sarasvati herself gives milk, clarified butter, honey, and water.

अ पावमानीः स्वस्त्ययनीः सुदुघा हि घृतश्चुतः च् ऋषिभिः संभृतो रसो ब्राह्मणेष्वमृतं हितम्

The Pavamani hymns, bringers of welfare, ever-yielding, flowing with ghee—this essence gathered by the seers is placed as immortality among the Brahmins.

अ पावमानीर्दधन्तु न इमं लोकमथो अमुम् च् नो देवीर्देवैः समाहृताः

May the Pavamani hymns establish for us this world and the next, these goddesses brought together by the gods.