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Samaveda — Uttararchika — Chapter 5103

SV 2 5103.1

सोमः पुनानो अर्षति सहस्रधारो अत्यविः । वायोरिन्द्रस्य निष्कृतं

somaḥ punāno arṣati sahasradhāro atyaviḥ | vāyorindrasya niṣkṛtaṃ

Soma, being purified, runs on, thousand-streamed, across the fleece, to the appointed place of Vāyu and of Indra.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Poured through the fleece in thousand streams purified Soma floweth to, Indra's and Vayu's meeting-place.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.2

पवमानमवस्यवो विप्रमभि प्र गायत । सुष्वाणं देववीतये

pavamānamavasyavo vipramabhi pra gāyata | suṣvāṇaṃ devavītaye

You who seek help, sing forth to the Pavamāna, the inspired one, pressed out for the gods' feasting.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage, Effused to entertain the Gods!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.3

पवन्ते वाजसातये सोमाः सहस्रपाजसः । गृणाना देववीतये

pavante vājasātaye somāḥ sahasrapājasaḥ | gṛṇānā devavītaye

The somas of thousandfold form flow clear for the winning of the prize, being hymned for the gods' feasting.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The Soma drops with thousand powers are purified to win us strength, Hymned to become the feast of Gods.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.4

उत नो वाजसातये पवस्व बृहतीरिषः । द्युमदिन्दो सुवीर्यं

uta no vājasātaye pavasva bṛhatīriṣaḥ | dyumadindo suvīryaṃ

And for the winning of the prize flow for us lofty refreshments, O Indu, and radiant heroic strength.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win us strength: Indu, bring splendid manly might

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.5

अत्या हियाना न हेतृभिरसृग्रं वाजसातये । वि वारमव्यमाशवः

atyā hiyānā na hetṛbhirasṛgraṃ vājasātaye | vi vāramavyamāśavaḥ

Like steeds urged on by drivers, the swift ones have been released for the winning of the prize, out through the sheep's fleece.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, to win us strength, Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.6

ते नः सहस्रिणं रयिं पवन्तामा सुवीर्यं । सुवाना देवास इन्दवः

te naḥ sahasriṇaṃ rayiṃ pavantāmā suvīryaṃ | suvānā devāsa indavaḥ

Let them flow clear for us thousandfold wealth and heroic strength — the divine drops, being pressed.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,-- These godlike Soma drops effused!

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.7

वाश्रा अर्षन्तीन्दवोऽभि वत्सं न मातरः । दधन्विरे गभस्त्योः

vāśrā arṣantīndavo'bhi vatsaṃ na mātaraḥ | dadhanvire gabhastyoḥ

The drops run bellowing, as mother-cows toward a calf; they have coursed in the two hands.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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The roaring Soma drops flow on, like milch-kine lowing to, their calves: They have run forth from both the hands.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.8

जुष्ट इन्द्राय मत्सरः पवमान कनिक्रदत् । विश्वा अप द्विषो जहि

juṣṭa indrāya matsaraḥ pavamāna kanikradat | viśvā apa dviṣo jahi

Welcome to Indra, the intoxicating one — O Pavamāna, roaring aloud, smite away all hatreds.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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Beloved by Indra, bringing joy, roaring as thou art purified, Drive all our enemies away.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)

SV 2 5103.9

अपघ्नन्तो अराव्णः पवमानाः स्वर्दृशः । योनावृतस्य सीदत

apaghnanto arāvṇaḥ pavamānāḥ svardṛśaḥ | yonāvṛtasya sīdata

Striking away the ungenerous, you purifying ones who behold the sun-light: sit in the womb of ṛta.

AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition

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As Pavamanas, driving off the godless, looking on the light, Sit in the place of sacrifice.

— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1893)