HYMN XXXII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THE rapture-shedding Soma-drops, effused in our assembly, have

Flowed forth to glorify our prince.

2 Then Trita's Maidens onward urge the Tawny-coloured with the stones,

Indu for Indra, for his drink.

3 Now like a swan he maketh all the company sing each his hymn:

He, like a steed, is bathed in milk.

4 O Soma, viewing heaven and earth, thou runncst like a darting deer

Set in the place of sacrifice.

5 The cows have sung with joy to him, even as a woman to her love

He came as to a settled race.

6 Bestow illustrious fame on us, both on our liberal lords and me,

Glory, intelligence, and wealth.