Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XV. Soma Pavamana

1. THROUGH the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears,
Going to Indra's special place.

2 In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods.
Where the Immortals have their seat.

3 Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light
The mettled steeds exert their strength.

4 He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd,
Doing with might heroic deeds.

5 He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,
Becoming Sovran of the streams.

6 He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed.
Descends into the reservoirs.

7 Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,
Him who brings forth abundant food.

8 Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful,
Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.