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

1. PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on To Indra's, Viyu's special place. 2 Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage, Effused to entertain the Gods. 3 The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory, Hymned to become the feast of Gods. 4 Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil Indu, bring splendid manly might. 5 May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power,— These Godlike Soma-drops effused. 6 Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory, Swift through the woollen straining-cloth. 7 Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves: They have run forth from both the hands. 8 As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar Drive all our enemies away. 9 O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light, Sit in the place of sacrifice.