HYMN XX Soma Pavamana.

1. FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods,

Subduing all our enemies.

2 For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape

Of cattle to the singing-men.

3 Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts

As such, O Soma, find us fame.

4 Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords,

Bring food to those who sing thy praise.

5 As thou art cleansed, O Wondrous Steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like

A pious King, into the songs.

6 He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean

With hands, is resting in the jars.

7 Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve,

Lending the laud a Hero's strength.