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 food.

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.