HYMN XXIV.Soma Pavamana.

1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed,

the drops while they are purified:

When bIent, in waters they are rinsed.

2 The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice:

They come to Indra, being cleansed.

3 O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra's drink:

The men have seized and lead thee forth.

4 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men,

To him who ruleth o'er mankind.

5 Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art,

Ready for Indra's high decree.

6 Flow on, best Vrtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds.

Pure, purifying, wonderful.

7 Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused,

Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.