Sama Veda

प्र वो महे मतयो यन्तु विष्णवे मरुत्वते गिरिजा एवयामरुत् प्र शर्धाय प्र यज्यवे सुखादये तवसे भन्ददिष्टये धुनिव्रताय शवसे

May our thoughts go forth to the great Vishnu, to the Maruts, born of the mountain, to the Maruts for their troop, for sacrifice, for easy giving, for strength, for the bestowal of blessings, to the upholders of vows, to the mighty.

अया रुचा हरिण्या पुनानो विश्वा द्वेषांसि तरति सयुग्वभिः सूरो न सयुग्वभिः धारा पृष्ठस्य रोचते पुनानो अरुषो हरिः विश्वा यद्रूपा परियास्यृक्वभिः सप्तास्येभिरृक्वभिः

With this golden radiance, purified, he overcomes all hatreds with his team, like the sun with his team; the streams on his back shine, purified, the ruddy, golden one, as he moves through all forms with his seven songs, with his seven mouths.

अभि त्यं देवं सवितारमोण्योः कविक्रतुमर्चामि सत्यसवं रत्नधामभि प्रियं मतिम् ऊर्ध्वा यस्यामतिर्भा अदिद्युतत्सवीमनि हिरण्यपाणिरमिमीत सुक्रतुः कृपा स्वः

I praise that god Savitar, the mighty, of wise action, true in impulse, the treasure-holder, with dear thought; whose thought is raised high, whose impulse flashes forth; in his command, the golden-handed, the good in action, has measured out the heavens, the self-radiant one.

अग्निं होतारं मन्ये दास्वन्तं वसोः सूनुं सहसो जातवेदसं विप्रं न जातवेदसम् य ऊर्ध्वया स्वध्वरो देवो देवाच्या कृपा घृतस्य विभ्राष्टिमनु शुक्रशोचिष आजुह्वानस्य सर्पिषः

I consider Agni the priest, the generous one, son of strength, knower of all births, wise as the knower of all births; who, with upright rites, is the god with divine compassion, the spreader of ghee, with bright flame, who calls forth the clarified butter.

तव त्यन्नर्यं नृतो ऽप इन्द्र प्रथमं पूर्व्यं दिवि प्रवाच्यं कृतम् यो देवस्य शवसा प्रारिणा असु रिणन्नपः भुवो विश्वमभ्यदेवमोजसा विदेदूर्जं शतक्रतुर्विदेदिषम्

That first, ancient deed of yours, O heroic Indra, is to be spoken of in heaven; which, by the god's might, you accomplished, breaking open the waters, you made all the world overflow with strength, O hundred-powered one, you made nourishment, you made food.

इत्यैन्द्रं पर्व .. पावमान उच्चा ते जातमन्धसो दिवि सद्भूम्या ददे उग्रं शर्म महि श्रवः

Thus to Indra, at the festival... O Pavamana, you, born of the pressing, have placed your seat in heaven and on earth; mighty protection, great fame.

स्वादिष्ठया मदिष्ठया पवस्व सोम धारया इन्द्राय पातवे सुतः

With the sweetest, most delightful stream, flow, Soma, pressed for Indra to drink.

वृषा पवस्व धारया मरुत्वते च मत्सरः विश्वा दधान ओजसा

O vigorous one, flow with your stream, with strength for the Maruts; bearing all powers, surge forth with energy.

यस्ते मदो वरेण्यस्तेना पवस्वान्धसा देवावीरघशंसहा

With that most excellent exhilaration of yours, flow forth with the sacred drink, O god, heroic one, destroyer of curses.

तिस्रो वाच उदीरते गावो मिमन्ति धेनवः हरिरेति कनिक्रदत्

Three voices are raised, the cows low, the milch-cows bellow; the tawny one comes roaring.

इन्द्रायेन्दो मरुत्वते पवस्व मधुमत्तमः अर्कस्य योनिमासदम्

O Soma, flow for Indra and the Maruts, most sweet, having settled in the womb of the chant.

असाव्यंशुर्मदायाप्सु दक्षो गिरिष्ठाः श्येनो न योनिमासदत्

This bright drop, for exhilaration, with skill, has settled in the waters, like an eagle in its nest on the mountain.

पवस्व दक्षसाधनो देवेभ्यः पीतये हरे मरुद्भ्यो वायवे मदः

Flow, accomplishing skill, for the gods to drink, O tawny one; the exhilaration is for the Maruts and for Vāyu.

परि स्वानो गिरिष्ठाः पवित्रे सोमो अक्षरत् मदेषु सर्वधा असि

The resounding Soma, mountain-born, has flowed through the filter; in exhilarations you are all-pervading.

परि प्रिया दिवः कविर्वयांसि नप्त्योर्हितः स्वानैर्याति कविक्रतुः

The beloved sage of heaven, set in the offspring, moves with sounds; the wise one, with inspired will, goes forth.

प्र सोमासो मदच्युतः श्रवसे नो मघोनः सुता विदथे अक्रमुः

The pressed Somas, rich in exhilaration, have advanced for our fame, O generous one, in the assembly.

प्र सोमासो विपश्चितो ऽपो नयन्त ऊर्मयः वनानि महिषा इव

The wise Somas, like buffaloes, lead forth the waters as waves, breaking through the woods.

पवस्वेन्दो वृषा सुतः कृधी नो यशसो जने विश्वा अप द्विषो जहि

Flow, O Soma, strong and pressed; make us renowned among people; drive away all hatreds.

वृषा ह्यसि भानुना द्युमन्तं त्वा हवामहे पवमान स्वर्दृशम्

Truly you are strong with brilliance; we call upon you, O purified one, radiant with light, who makes heaven visible.

इन्दुः पविष्ट चेतनः प्रियः कवीनां मतिः सृजदश्वं रथीरिव

The drop, entering the filter, conscious, dear to the poets, sends forth thought like a charioteer his horse.

असृक्षत प्र वाजिनो गव्या सोमासो अश्वया शुक्रासो वीरयाशवः

The swift, cattle-winning Somas, horse-winning, bright, strong, have flowed forth, eager for heroism.

पवस्व देव आयुषगिन्द्रं गच्छतु ते मदः वायुमा रोह धर्मणा

Flow, O god, for long life; may your exhilaration reach Indra; ascend to Vāyu by the right path.

पवमानो अजीजनद्दिवश्चित्रं न तन्यतुम् ज्योतिर्वैश्वानरं बृहत्

The purified one has generated the wondrous heaven, like thunder; the great universal light.

परि स्वानास इन्दवो मदाय बर्हणा गिरा मधो अर्षन्ति धारया

The resounding drops, for exhilaration, with their splendor, with the voice of sweetness, stream forth with their flow.

परि प्रासिष्यदत्कविः सिन्धोरूर्मावधि श्रितः कारुं बिभ्रत्पुरुस्पृहम्

The sage has sent forth the waves of the river, having taken his place; bearing the poet, desiring much, he holds fast.

षष्ठ प्रथमो ऽर्धः उपो षु जातमप्तुरं गोभिर्भङ्गं परिष्कृतम् इन्दुं देवा अयासिषुः

The gods have sought the Soma, born at dawn, purified by the cows, filtered and adorned, the first portion of the sixth pressing.

पुनानो अक्रमीदभि विश्वा मृधो विचर्षणिः शुम्भन्ति विप्रं धीतिभिः

Purifying himself, the wise one advanced beyond all hostilities; they glorify the inspired sage with their hymns.

आविशन्कलशं सुतो विश्वा अर्षन्नभि श्रियः इन्दुरिन्द्राय धीयते

The pressed Soma enters the vessel, flowing with all glories; Soma is offered to Indra with devotion.

असर्जि रथ्यो यथा पवित्रे चम्वोः सुतः कार्ष्मन्वाजी न्यक्रमीत्

Like a charioteer, the pressed Soma was set in motion in the filter of the pressing stones, advancing swiftly like a steed.