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

1. Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky, And plenteous store of wholesome fbod. 2 Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us, The kine of strangers to our home. 3 Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream, Ppur down on us a flood of rain. 4 To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth For verily the Gods will bear. 5 Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Rākṣasas, Flashing out splendour as of old.