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 | section  = [[../|Mandala 9]], Hymn 107&lt;br /&gt;
 | previous = [[../Hymn 106|Hymn 106]]&lt;br /&gt;
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 | notes    = Translated by [[Author:Ralph T.H. Griffith|Ralph T.H. Griffith]]&lt;br /&gt;
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     I., HENCE sprinkle forth the juice effused,. Soma, the best of sacred gifts,&lt;br /&gt;
     Who, friend of man, hath run amid the water-streams. He hath pressed Soma out with stones.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece inviolate and most odorous.&lt;br /&gt;
     We ladden thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, Far-sighted One, is mental power.&lt;br /&gt;
4. Cleansing thee, Soma, in thy stream, thou flowest in a watery robe:&lt;br /&gt;
     Giver of wealth, thou sittest in the place of Law, O God, a fountain made of gold.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Milking the heavenly udder for dear meath, he hath sat in the ancient gatheringplace.&lt;br /&gt;
     Washed by the men, the Strong Farseeing One streams forth nutriti us food that all desire.&lt;br /&gt;
6. O Soma, while they cleanse thee, dear and watchful in the sheep&amp;#039;s long wool,&lt;br /&gt;
     Thou hast become a Singer most like Angiras: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Bountiful, best of furtherers, Soma floweth on, Rsi and Singer, keen of sight.&lt;br /&gt;
     Thou hast become a Sage most welcome to the Gods: thou madest Surya mount to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
8. Pressed out by pressers, Soma goes over the fleecy backs of sheep,&lt;br /&gt;
     Goes, even as with a mare, in tawnycoloured stream, goes in exhilarating stream.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Down to the water-Soma, rich in kine hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked.&lt;br /&gt;
     They have approached the mixing-vessel as a sea: the cheerer streams for the carouse.&lt;br /&gt;
10. Effused by stones, O Soma, and urged through the long wool of the sheep,&lt;br /&gt;
     Thou, entering the saucers as a man the fort, gold-hued hast settled in the wood.&lt;br /&gt;
11. He beautifies himself through the sheep&amp;#039;s long fine wool, like an impetuous steed in war,&lt;br /&gt;
     Even Soma Pavamana who shall be the joy of sages and of holy bards.&lt;br /&gt;
12. O Soma,-for the feast of Gods, river-like he hath swelled with surge,&lt;br /&gt;
     With the stalk&amp;#039;s juice, exhilarating, resting not, into the vat that drops with meath.&lt;br /&gt;
13. Like a dear son who must be decked, the Lovely One hath clad him in a shining robe.&lt;br /&gt;
     Men skilful at their work drive him forth, like a car, into the rivers from their bands.&lt;br /&gt;
14. The living drops of Soma juice pour, as they flow, the gladdening drink,&lt;br /&gt;
     Intelligent drops above the basin of the sea, exhilarating, finding light.&lt;br /&gt;
15. May Pavamana, King and God, speed with his wave over the sea the lofty rite:&lt;br /&gt;
     May he by Mitra&amp;#039;s and by Varuna&amp;#039;s decree flow furthering the lofty rite.&lt;br /&gt;
16. Far-seeing, lovely, guided by the men, the God whose home is in the sea-&lt;br /&gt;
17. Soma, the gladdening juice, flows pressed for Indra with his Marut host:&lt;br /&gt;
     He hastens o&amp;#039;er the fleece with all his thousand streams: men make him bright and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;
18. Purified in the bowl and gendering the hymn, wise Soma joys among the Gods.&lt;br /&gt;
     Robed in the flood, the Mighty One hath clad himself with milk and settled in the vats.&lt;br /&gt;
19. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.&lt;br /&gt;
     Many fiends follow me; help me, thou Tawny-hued; pass on beyond these barriers.&lt;br /&gt;
20. Close to thy bosom am I, Soma, day and night. O Tawny-hued, for friendship sake.&lt;br /&gt;
     Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we o&amp;#039;ertaken in his course like birds.&lt;br /&gt;
21. Deft-handcd! thou when purified liftest thy voice amid the sea.&lt;br /&gt;
     Thou, Pavamana, makest riches flow to us, yellow, abundant, much-desifed.&lt;br /&gt;
22. Making thee pure and bright in the sheep&amp;#039;s long wool, tbou hast bellowed, steerlike, in the wood.&lt;br /&gt;
     Thou flowest, Soma Pavamana, balmed with milk unto the special place of Gods.&lt;br /&gt;
23. Flow on to win us strength, flow on to lofty lore of every kind.&lt;br /&gt;
     Thou, Soma, as Exhilarator wast the first to spread the sea abroad for Gods.&lt;br /&gt;
24. Flow to the realm of earth, flow to the realm of heaven, O Soma, in thy righteous ways.&lt;br /&gt;
     Fair art thou whom the sages, O Far-seeing One, urge onward with their songs and hymns.&lt;br /&gt;
25. Over the cleansing sieve have flowed the Pavamanas in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;
     Girt by the Maruts, gladdening, Steeds with Indra&amp;#039;s stiength, for wisdom and for dainty food.&lt;br /&gt;
26. Urged onward by the pressers, clad in watery robes, Indu is speeding to the vat.&lt;br /&gt;
     He gendering light, hath made the glad Cows low, while he takes them as his garb of state.&lt;br /&gt;
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