Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XXXII. Soma Pavamana

1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have
Flowed forth to glorify our prince.

2 Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.

3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:
He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.

4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer
Set in the place of sacrifice.

5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love
He came as to a settled race.

6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,
Glory, intelligence, and wealth.