Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XXIII. Soma Pavamana

1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink,
For sacred lore of every kind.

2 Hither to newer resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come.
They made the Sun that he might shine.

3 O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth,
And give us food with progeny.

4 The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink,
Turned to the vat which drips with meath.

5 Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength,
Brave Hero who repels the curse.

6 For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods:
Indu, thou fain wilt win us strength

7 When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes:
Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.