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

1. To Indra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood. Exhilarating, finding light; 2 Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly Bringing their praiser vitalforce. 3 Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir, And fall into the river's wave. 4 These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired, Like coursers harnessed to a car. 5 With view to us, O Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire On him who yet hath given us naught. 6 Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel: Flow pure and shining with the stream. 7 These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course, And roused the good man's hymn to life.