HYMN XCIX. Soma Pavamana.

1. THEY for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow:

joyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine.

2 And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food',

What time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued.

3 We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks-- -

That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.

4 To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise:

And sacred songs which bear the names of Gods have supplicated him.

5 They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve.

Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.

6 Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls.

He as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song.

7 He is effused and beautified, a God for Gods, by skilful men.

He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.

8 Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve.

Thou, yielding Indra highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.