BOOK III

CHAPTER I

I Soma Pavamana

1. Fleet as swift steeds thy cows celestial have been poured, O Pavamana, with the milk into the vat.

Sages who make thee bright, O friend whom Rishis love, have shed continuous streams from out the realm of air.

2. The beams of Pavamana, sent from earth and heaven his ensigns who is ever stedfast, travel round.

When on the sieve the golden-hued is cleansed he rests within the jars as one who seats him in his place.

3. O thou who seest all things, sovran as thou art and passing strong, thy rays encompass every form.

Pervading with thy natural powers thou flowest on, and as the whole world's Lord, O Soma, thou art King.