XVIII Soma Pavamana

1. Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued beloved of all,

Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the deities

2. Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the preesing-stones, a friend.

Whom Indra dearly loves, the waves and ten companions dip and bathe

3. For Vritra-slaying Indra, thou, Soma, art poured that he may drink,

And for the guerdon-giving man, the hero sitting in his seat.