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

1. LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves: Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point. 2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou Flowest upon the fleecy ridge. 3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One, Even Pavamana, dropping meath. 4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer, To seat thee in the place of song. 5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm, Indu, for Indra, for his drink.