Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XXI. Soma Pavamana

1. To Indra flow these running drops, these Somas frolicsome in mood.
Exhilarating, finding light;

2 Driving off foes, bestowing room upon the presser, willingly
Bringing their praiser vitalforce.

3 Lightly disporting them, the drops flow to one common reservoir,
And fall into the river's wave.

4 These Pavamanas have obtained all blessings much to be desired,
Like coursers harnessed to a car.

5 With view to us, O Soma-drops, bestow his manifold desire
On him who yet hath given us naught.

6 Bring us our wish with this design, as a wright brings his new-wrought wheel:
Flow pure and shining with the stream.

7 These drops have cried with resonant voice: like swift steeds they have run the course,
And roused the good man's hymn to life.