XII Soma Pavamana

1. Hence sprinkle forth the juice effused, Soma, the best of sacred gifts,

Who, friend of man, hath run among the water-streams He hath pressed Soma out with stones.

2. Now, being purified, flow hither through the fleece, invincible and more odorous!

We joy in thee in waters when thou art effused, blending thee still with juice and milk.

3. Pressed out for all to see, delighting Gods, Indu, far-seeing one, is mental power.