HYMN XIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. PASSED through, the fleece in thousand streams the Soma, purified, flows on

To Indra's, Viyu's special place.

2 Sing forth, ye men who long for help, to Pavamana, to the Sage,

Effused to entertain the Gods.

3 The Soma-drops with thousand powers are purified for victory,

Hymned to become the feast of Gods.

4 Yea, as thou flowest bring great store of food that we may win the spoil

Indu, bring splendid manly might.

5 May they in flowing give us wealth in thousands, and heroic power, -

These Godlike Soma-drops effused.

6 Like coursers by their drivers urged, they were poured forth, for victory,

Swift through the woollen straining-cloth.

7 Noisily flow the Soma-drops, like milch-kine lowing to their calves:

They have run forth from both the hands.

8 As Gladdener whom Indra loves, O Pavamana, with a roar

Drive all our enemies away.

9 O Pavamamas, driving off the godless, looking on the light,

Sit in the place of sacrifice.