III Soma Pavamana

1. The streams of Pavamana, thine, Sage, mighty one, have poured them forth,

Like coursers eager for renown.

2. They have been poured upon the Reece towards the meath-distilling vat:

The holy songs have rung aloud.

3. Like milch-kine coming home, the drops of Soma juice have reached the lake,

Have reached the shrine of sacrifice