II Soma Pavamana

1. O thou with stones for arms, thy powers, rending the fiends, have raised themselves:

Drive off the foes who compass us

2. Hence conquering with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked,

With fearless heart will I sing praise.

3. None, evil-minded, may assail this Pavamana's holy laws

Crush him who fain would fight with thee!

4. For Indra to the streams they urge the tawny rapture-dropping steed,

Indu, the bringer of delight.