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

1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink, For sacred lore of every kind. 2 Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come. They made the Sun that he might shine. 3 O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth, And give us food with progeny. 4 The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink, Turned to the vat which drips with meath. 5 Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength, Brave Hero who repels the curse. 6 For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods: 1ndu, thou fain wilt win us strength 7 When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes: Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.