HYMN XLIX. Soma Pavamana.

1. Poust down the rain upon us, pour a wave of waters from the sky,

And plenteous store of wholesome fbod.

2 Flow onward with that stream of thine, whereby the cows have come to us,

The kine of strangers to our home.

3 Chief Friend of Gods in sacred rites, pour on us fatness with thy stream,

Ppur down on us a flood of rain.

4 To give us vigour, with thy stream run through the fleecy straining-cloth

For verily the Gods will bear.

5 Onward hath Pavamana flowed and beaten off the Raksasas,

Flashing out splendour as of old.