XV Soma Pavamana

1. In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way,

Pressed out for Indra, for his drink!

2. Fiend-queller, friend of all men, he hath reached his shrine, his dwelling-place.

Within the iron-hammered vat.

3. Be thou best Vritra-slaver, best granter of room, most liberal:

Promote our wealthy princes' gifts!