V Soma Pavamana

1. Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment!

And, Soma, all felicities!

2. As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from, the juice,

Seat thee on the dear sacred grass!

3. And, finding for us steeds and kine, O Soma, with thy juice flow on

Through days that fly most rapidly!

4. As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and slays the enemy,

Thus, vanquisher of thousands! flow!