HYMN XXVII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THIS Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,

Scattering foes as he is cleansed.

2 As giving power and winning light, for Indra and for Vayu he

Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.

3 The men conduct him, Soma, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,

Effused into the vats of wood.

4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath Indu Pavamana lowed,

Still Conqueror, never overcome.

5 This Pavamana, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then

Mounts up with Surya to the sky.

6 To Indra in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed,

This Indu, being purified.