HYMN XII. Soma Pavamana.

1. To Indra have the Soma drops, exceeding rich in sweets, been poured,

Shed in the seat of sacrifice.

2 As mother kine low to their calves, to Indra have the sages called,

Called him to drink the Soma juice.

3 In the stream's wave wise Soma dwells, distilling rapture, in his seat,

Resting upon a wiId-cow's hide.

4 Far-sighted Soma, Sage and Seer, is worshipped in the central point

Of heaven, the straining-cloth of wool.

5 In close embraces Indu holds Soma when

poured within the jars.

And on the. purifying sieve.

6 Indu sends forth a voice on high to regions of the sea of air,

Shaking the vase that drops with meath.

7 The Tree whose praises never fail yields heavenly milk among our hymns,

Urging men's generations on.

8 The Wise One, with the Sage's stream, the Soma urged to speed, flows on

To the dear places of the sky.

9 O Pavamana, bring us wealth bright with a thousand splendours. Yea.

O Indu, give us ready help.