Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XXIV. Soma Pavamana

1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed,
the drops while they are purified:
When blent, in waters they are rinsed.

2 The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice:
They come to Indra, being cleansed.

3 O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra's drink:
The men have seized and lead thee forth.

4 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men,
To him who ruleth o’er mankind.

5 Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art,
Ready for Indra's high decree.

6 Flow on, best Vṛtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds.
Pure, purifying, wonderful.

7 Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused,
Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.