HYMN L. Soma Pavamana.

1. LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:

Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point.

2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou

Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.

3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,

Even Pavamana, dropping meath.

4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,

To seat thee in the place of song.

5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,

Indu, for Indra, for his drink.