XI Soma Pavamana

1. O Soma, Indu, every day thy friendship hath been my delight.

Many fiends follow me; help me, thou tawny-hued: pass on beyond these barriers!

2. Close to thy bosom am I. Soma, day and night draining the milk, O golden hued.

Surya himself refulgent with his glow have we, as birds, o'ertaken in his course.