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Rig Veda Book 9 Hymn 50 उत ते शुष्मास ईरते सिन्धोरूर्मेरिव सवनः | वाणस्य चोदया पविम || परसवे त उदीरते तिस्रो वाचो मखस्युवः | यदव्य एषिसानवि || अव्यो वारे परि परियं हरिं हिन्वन्त्यद्रिभिः | पवमानम्मधुश्चुतम || आ पवस्व मदिन्तम पवित्रं धारया कवे | अर्कस्य योनिमासदम || स पवस्व मदिन्तम गोभिरञ्जानो अक्तुभिः | इन्दविन्द्रायपीतये ||

ut te śuṣmāsa īrate sindhorūrmeriva svanaḥ | vāṇasya codayā pavim || prasave ta udīrate tisro vāco makhasyuvaḥ | yadavya eṣisānavi || avyo vāre pari priyaṃ hariṃ hinvantyadribhiḥ | pavamānammadhuścutam || ā pavasva madintama pavitraṃ dhārayā kave | arkasya yonimāsadam || sa pavasva madintama ghobhirañjāno aktubhiḥ | indavindrāyapītaye ||

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Rig Veda

  1. LOUD as a river’s roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves: Urge on thine arrow’s sharpened point. 2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou Flowest upon the fleecy ridge. 3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One, Even Pavamana, dropping meath. 4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer, To seat thee in the place of song. 5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm, Indu, for Indra, for his drink.