This hymn praises the flowing and effusive nature of Soma, drawing parallels to rivers descending steeply and subduing obstacles. The Soma-streams are described as rapid and zealous, symbolizing their potency and effectiveness.
The hymn emphasizes how the drops of Soma juice, like rain falling upon the Earth, flow towards Indra, the recipient of the Soma offering. It highlights the gladdening and subduing qualities of Soma, which is loved by the Devas (gods) and counteracts the influence of fiends.
The hymn further describes Soma as flowing into the pitchers and gaining strength as it is poured through the sieve, indicating its vital role in the ritual. Soma is exalted as shining above the realms of light and seemingly hastening the movement of the Sun.
The hymn acknowledges the singers and bards who offer their songs to Indra, the head of sacrifice, and present what he delights in seeing. The men and sages adorn and prepare Soma with eagerness, seeking its assistance and offering it in the service of the Devas.
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Like a bright arrow from the bow, the Soma speeds to Indra’s hand, And he, well-pleased, accepts the gift.
Oh Soma, bring us happiness and grant us joy and length of days, Bestow on us your bounteous gifts.
We pour the Soma, rich and sweet, with holy chants and hymns of praise, And offer it to heaven’s king.
May Indra, with his mighty arm, protect and bless the ones who pour The Soma to his sacred name.
This prayer praises the greatness and mightiness of Indra, highlighting his satisfaction with the sacred pouring of Soma. It acknowledges that through this act, Indra grants wealth, strength, and peace to the worshipers.
The prayer uses the metaphor of a bright arrow speeding to Indra’s hand to depict the swift and purposeful offering of Soma. It expresses that Indra accepts the gift with delight, signifying his favor and acceptance.
The prayer calls upon Soma to bring happiness, joy, and longevity to the worshipers, requesting the bestowal of Soma’s bounteous gifts.
The act of pouring Soma is described as being accompanied by holy chants and hymns of praise, emphasizing the sacredness of the ritual. The prayer seeks Indra’s protection and blessings upon those who pour the Soma in his name.
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In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Devas.
Where the Immortals have their seat.
Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength.
He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds.
He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, becoming Sovran of the streams.
He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs.
Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, him who brings forth abundant food.
Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.
THE pressers from the Soma-press send forth thy juice for rapturous joy The speckled sap runs like a flood.
With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine, Enrobed in water with his juice.
Pour on the sieve the Soma, ne’er subdued in waters, waterless, and make it pure for Indra’s drink.
Moved by the purifier’s thought, the Soma flows into the sieve: By wisdom it hath gained its home.
With humble homage, Indra, have the Soma-drops flowed forth to thee, Contending for the glorious prize.
Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he Stands, hero-like, amid the kine.
Swelling, as ’twere, to heights of Heaven, the stream of the creative juice Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.
Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knoweth song mid living men, Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.
This hymn vividly describes the process of preparing Soma for the worship of the Devas. It portrays Soma as a heroic figure with fine fingers and rapid ears, journeying towards Indra’s special place. Soma is compared to a good horse led on a shining path, displaying strength and vigor. The hymn symbolizes Soma’s power and authority as it brandishes its horns and performs heroic deeds.
Soma is depicted as a radiant and majestic steed adorned with golden rays, becoming the sovereign of the streams. It descends into reservoirs, bringing forth rich treasures. The hymn emphasizes the beauty bestowed upon Soma by men in the vats, recognizing its role in providing abundant food.
The hymn continues by mentioning the Soma-press and the flow of Soma juice that brings rapturous joy. The purification process is described, highlighting the role of wisdom and the purifier’s thought in ensuring the purity of the Soma. The Soma flows through the sieve, contending for the glorious prize and standing heroically among the kine.
The hymn concludes by illustrating the image of the Soma stream falling lightly on the cleansing sieve, emphasizing Soma’s purifying nature and its association with wisdom.
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When the Five kindred Companies, active in duty, with the song Establish him, the Powerful,
Then in his juice whose strength is great, have all the Devas rejoiced themselves, when he hath clothed him in the milk.
Freeing himself he flows away, leaving his body’s severed limbs, and meets his own Companion here.
He by the daughters of the priest, like a fair youth, hath been adorned, Making the milk, as ’twere, his robe.
O’er the fine fingers, through desire of milk, in winding course he goes, and utters voice which he hath found.
The nimble fingers have approached, adorning him the Lord of Strength: They grasp the vigorous Courser’s back.
Comprising all the treasures that are in the heavens and on the Earth, Come, Soma, as our faithful Friend.
THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears, Going to Indra’s special place.
In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Devas.
Where the Immortals have their seat.
Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength.
He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds.
He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, becoming Sovran of the streams.
He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs.
Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, him who brings forth abundant food.
Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.
THE pressers from the Soma-press send forth thy juice for rapturous joy The speckled sap runs like a flood.
With strength we follow through the sieve him who brings might and wins the kine, Enrobed in water with his juice.
Pour on the sieve the Soma, ne’er subdued in waters, waterless, and make it pure for Indra’s drink.
Moved by the purifier’s thought, the Soma flows into the sieve: By wisdom it hath gained its home.
With humble homage, Indra, have the Soma-drops flowed forth to thee, Contending for the glorious prize.
Purified in his fleecy garb, attaining every beauty, he Stands, hero-like, amid the kine.
Swelling, as ’twere, to heights of Heaven, the stream of the creative juice Falls lightly on the cleansing sieve.
Thus, Soma, purifying himwho knoweth song mid living men, Thou wanderest through the cloth of wool.
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Forth have they rushed from holding hands, like chariots that are urged to speed, like joyful songs of singing-men.
The Kings Kings are graced with eulogies, and with seven monks the offering.
Pressed for the gladdening draught, the drops flow forth abundantly with song, the juices in a stream.
Producing Morning’s light, the Suns Pass through the openings of the cloth.
The singing-men of ancient time open the doors of sacred songs. Men, for the mighty to accept.
Combined in close society sit the seven monks, the brother-hood, filling the station of the One.
He gives us kinship with the Devas, and with the Sun unites our eye. The Sage’s offspring hath appeared.
The Sun with his dear eye beholds that quarter of the heavens which monks have placed within the sacred cell.
To Indra have the drops been poured, shed in the seat of offerings.
To Indra have the sages called.
In the stream’s wave wise Indu dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat.
Indu is worshipped in the central point Of Heaven.
Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air, Shaking the vase that drops with meath.
The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns.
The Wise One, with the Sage’s stream, flows on to the dear places of the sky.
O Indu, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea. O Indu, give us ready help.
SING forth to Indu, O ye men, to him who is purified, fain to make offerings to the Devas.
Together with thy pleasant juice, Divine, devoted to the Deva.
Bring, by thy flowing, weal to kine, weal to the people, weal to steeds.
Weal, O King, to growing plants.
Sing a praise-song to Indu, of independent might. The Blue, who reaches up to Heaven.
With humble homage draw ye nigh. To Indra offer Indu up.
Indu, doing the will of pour forth prosperity upon our kine.
Heart-knower, Sovran of the heart, thou art effused, O Indu, that Indra may drink thee and rejoice.
O Indu, give us riches and heroic strength. Indu! with Indra for his ally.
This hymn highlights the flowing nature of the Soma drops, comparing them to thundering cars and eager coursers. The drops are described as flowing abundantly, accompanied by joyful songs and offering wealth.
The hymn mentions the eulogies and offerings to the kings, emphasizing the significance of the seven monks and their role in the ritual. It portrays the Soma drops as producing the light of the morning sun and passing through the openings of the cloth.
The hymn speaks of the kinship with the Devas (gods) and the unity with the Sun that Soma grants. It references the sacred cell where the monks have placed a portion of the heavens, observed by the Sun with its dear eye.
Indu, another name for Soma, is worshipped and praised as residing in the central point of heaven, shaking the vase that contains the divine mead. The hymn acknowledges the Tree, associated with Soma, as yielding heavenly milk among the hymns.
There is a plea to Indu for wealth and assistance, expressing a desire for prosperity and strength. The hymn calls for singing praises to Indu, recognizing its independent might and its association with Indra, the king of the gods.
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On, onward to a glorious home; dear to the people void of guile, with excellent enjoyment, flow.
He, the bright Son, when born illumed his Parents who had sprung to life, Great Son great Strengtheners of Law.
Urged by the seven devotions he hath stirred the guileless rivers which Have magnified the Single Eye.
These helped to might theYouthful One, high over all, invincible, Indu, Indra! in thy law.
The immortal Courser, good to draw, looks down upon the Seven.
Aid us in holy rites, O Indu, drive away Dark shades that must be met in fight.
Make the paths ready for a hymn newer and newer evermore. Make the lights shine as erst they shone.
Give, indu, high renown, win for us wisdom, win the light.
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