HYMN XXVI. Soma Pavamana.

1. THE sages with the fingers' art have dressed and decked that vigorous Steed

Upon the lap of Aditi,

2 The kine have called aloud to him exhaustless with a thousand streams,

To Indu who supporteth heaven.

3 Him, nourisher of many, Sage, creative Pavamana, they

Have sent, by wisdom, to the sky.

4 Him, dweller with Vivasvan, they with use of both arms have sent forth,

The Lord of Speech infallible.

5 Him, green, beloved, many eyed, the Sisters with prosing stones

Send down to ridges of the sieve.

6 O Pavamana, Indu, priests hurry thee on to Indra, thee

Who aidest song and cheerest him.