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

1. THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears, Going to Indra's special place. 2 In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods. Where the Immortals have their seat. 3 Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength. 4 He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds. 5 He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, Becoming Sovran of the streams. 6 He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs. 7 Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, Him who brings forth abundant food. 8 Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.