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

1. THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 2 Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offipring of thy sap: All-bountcous art thou in carouse. 3 All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 4 He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 5 Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 6 Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halvcs: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 7 The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.