Rig-Veda, Book 9: HYMN III. Soma Pavamana

1. HERE present this Immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings, To settle in the vats of wood. 2 This God, made ready with the hymn, runs swiftly through the winding ways, Inviolable as he flows. 3 This God while flowing is adorned, like a bay steed for war, by men Devout and skilled in holy songs. 4 He, like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along Is fain to win all precious boons. 5 This God, as he is flowing on, speeds like a car and gives his gifts: He lets his voice be heard of all 6 Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows Rich gifts upon the worshipper. 7 Away he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven, And roars as he is flowing on. 8 While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven across The regions, irresistible. 9 After the 'way of ancient time, this God, pressed out for Deities, Flows tawny to the straining-cloth. 10 This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at his birth engendering strength, Effused, flows onward in a stream.