HYMN LXXXVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. FOR thee this Soma is effused, O Indra: drink of this juice; for thee the stream is flowing -

Soma, which thou thyself hast made and chosen, even Indu, for thy special drink to cheer thee.

2 Like a capacious car hath it been harnessed, the Mighty; to acquire abundant treasures.

Then in the sacrifice they celebrated all triumphs won by Nahus -n the battle.

3 Like Vayu with his team, moving at pleasure, most gracious when invoked like both Nasatyas,

Thou art thyself like the Wealth-Giver, Soma! who grants all boons, like song-inspiring Pusan.

4 Like Indra who hath done great deeds, thou, Soma, art slayer of the Vrtras, Fort-destroyer.

Like Pedu's horse who killed the brood of serpents, thus thou, O Soma, slayest every Dasyu.

5 Like Agni loosed amid the forest, fiercely he winneth splendour in the running waters.

Like one who fights, the roaring of the mighty, thus Soma Pavamana sends his current.

6 These Somas passing through the fleecy filter, like rain descending from the clouds of heaven,

Have been effused and poured into the beakers, swiftly like rivers running lowly seaward.

7 Flow onward like the potent band of Maruts, like that Celestial Host whom none revileth.

Quickly be gracious unto us like waters, like sacrifice victorious, thousand-fashioned.

8 Thine are King Varuna's eternal statutes, lofty and deep, O Soma, is thy glory.

All-pure art thou like Mitra the beloved, adorable, like Aryaman, O Soma.