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

1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves: Chase thou the foes who compass us. 2 Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked: With fearless heart will I sing praise. 3 No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws: Crush him who fain would fight with thee. 4 For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed, Indu the bringer of delight.