Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XXXIX. Soma Pavamana

1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.

2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from heaven.

3 With might, bestowing power, thejuice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its light.

4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down
From heaven upon the straining cloth.

5 Inviting him frorh far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.

6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
Sit in the place of sacrifice.