THE, shining maidens send Sūra forth, the glorious sisters, closely allied, Send Indu forth, their mighty Lord.
Pervade, O Pavamana, all our treasures with repeated light, God, coming hither from the Gods.
Pour on us, Pavamana, rain, as service and rain praise for Gods: Pour all to be our nourishment.
Thou art a Steer by luster: we, O Pavamana, faithfully Call upon thee the Splendid One.
Do thou, rejoicing, nobly-armed! pour upon us heroic strength: O Indu, come thou bitherward.
When thou art cleansed with both the hands and dipped in waters, with the wood. Thou comest to the gathering-place.
Sing forth your songs, as Vyaśva sang, to Soma Pavamana, to, The Mighty One with thousand eyes;
Whose colored sap they drive with stones, the yellow meath-distilling juice, Indu for Indra, for his drink.
We seek to gain the friendly love of thee that Strong and Mighty One, Of thee the winner of all wealth.
Flow onward with thy stream, a Steer, inspiring the Maruts’ Lord, Winning all riches by thy might.
I send thee forth to battle from the press, O Pavamana, Strong, Sustainer, looker on the light.
Acknowledged by this song of mine, flow, tawny-coloured, with thy stream Incite to battle thine ally.
O Indu, visible to all pour out for us abundant food: Soma, be thou our prosperer.
The pitchers, Indu, with thy streams have sung aloud in vigorous might Enter them, and let Indra drink.
O thou whose potent gladdening juice they milk out with the stones, flow on, Destroyer of our enemies.
King Pavamana is implored with holy songs, on man's behalf, To travel through the firmament.
Bring us, O Indu, hundredfold increase of kine, and noble steeds, The gift of fortune for our help.
Pressed for the banquet of the Gods, O Soma, bring us might, and speed, Like beauty for a brilliant show. 1