XI Soma Pavamana

1. A Red Bull bellowing to the kine, thou goest, causing the heavens and earth to roar and thunder.

A shout is heard like Indra's in the battle: thou flowest on, sending this voice before thee.

2. Swelling with milk, abounding in sweet juices, urging the meathrich plant thou goest onward.

Making loud clamour, Soma Pavamana, thou flowest when thou art effused for Indra.

3. So flow thou on inspiriting, for rapture, turning the weapon of the water's holder!

Flow to us wearing thy resplendent colour, effused and eager for the kine. O Soma!