XVI Soma Pavamana

1. As Pashan, Fortune, Bhaga, comes this Soma while they make him pure.

He, Lord of all the multitude, hath looked upon the earth and heaven.

2. The dear cows sang in joyful mood together to the gladdening drink.

The drops as they are purified, the Soma juices, make the paths.

3. O Pavamana, bring the juice, the mightiest, worthy to be famed,

Which the Five Tribes have over them, whereby we may win opulence!