Rig-Veda, Book 9: HYMN XXXIX Soma Pavamana

1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form, Saying, I go where dwell the Gods. 2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man, Make thou the rain descend from heaven. 3 With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve, Far-seeing, sending forth its light. 4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down From heaven upon the straining cloth. 5 Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice For Indra is poured forth as meath. 6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One. Sit in the place of sacrifice.