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

1. FORTH from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve: The Steed steps forward to the goal. 2 Thus, Soma, watchful, bearing well, cheering the Gods, flow past the sieve, Turned to the vat that drops with meath. 3 Excellent Pavamana, make the lights shine brightly out for us. Speed us to mental power and skill. 4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned, Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth. 5 May Soma pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament Upon the liberal worshipper. 6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, O Soma, seeking steeds and kine, And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!