II Soma Pavamana

1. Bright are these Somas blent with milk, with light that flashes brilliantly,

And form that shouteth all around.

2. Roused by his drivers and sent forth, the strong Steed hath come: nigh for spoil,

As warriors when they stand arrayed.

3. Specially, Soma, Sage, by day, coming together for our weal,

Like Surya, flow for us to see!