HYMN XIX. Soma Pavamana.

1. O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet

For lauds, that is in earth and heaven.

2 For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine:

Great Rulers, prosper ye our songs.

3 The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass,

Hath sunk and settled in his home.

4 Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant,

The mothers of the darling Son.

5 Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord,

The kine who yield the shining milk?

6 Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies:

O Pavamana, find us wealth.

7 Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r,

Whether he be afar or near.