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

1. THESE rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds, Like cars, like armies hurried forth. 2 Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of Parjanya, like The flickering flames of burning fire. 3 These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns, Have gained by song their hearts'desire. 4 Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain To reach the regions and their paths. 5 Advancing they have travelled o’er the ridges of the earth and heaven, And this the highest realm of all. 6 Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out, And this which must be deemed most high. 7 Thou, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which thou hast seized from niggard churls: Thou calledst forth the outspun thread.