Rig-Veda, Book 8: HYMN LXVIII. Soma

1. THIS here is Soma, ne’er restrained, active, all-conquering bursting forth, Ṛṣi and Sage by sapience, 2 All that is bare he covers o’er, all that is sick he medicines; The blind man sees, the cripple walks. 3 Thou, Soma, givest wide defence against the hate of alien men, Hatreds that waste and weaken us. 4 Thou by thine insight and thy skill, Impetuous One, from heaven and earth Drivest the sinner's enmity. 5 When to their task they come with zeal, may they obtain the Giver's grace, And satisfy his wish who thirsts. 6 So may he find what erst was lost, so may be speed the pious man, And lengthen his remaining life. 7 Gracious, displaying tender love, unconquered, gentle in thy thoughts, Be sweet, O Soma, to our heart. 8 O Soma, terrify us not; strike us not with alarm, O King: Wound not our heart with dazzling flame. 9 When in my dwelling-place I see the wicked enemies of Gods, King, chase their hatred far away, thou Bounteous One, dispel our foes.