XII Soma Pavamana

1. On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of Gods, whom men must hail with shouts of joy,

Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly showing forth thy splendour in the streams.

2. He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.

Indu, while stimulating Indra's might, is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.

3. Soma, as thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou Indra's throat.

Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us through this our prayer!