XV Soma Pavamana

1. Flow onward with that juice of thine most excellent, that brings delight,

Slaying the wicked, dear to Gods!

2. Killing the foeman and his hate, and daily winning spoil and strength,

Gainer art thou of steeds and kine.

3. Red-hued, be blended with the milk that seems to yield its lovely breast,

Falcon-like resting in thine home!