HYMN CIV. Soma Pavamana.

1. SIT down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself:

Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites.

2 Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf, with mother kine,

Him who hath double strength, the God, delighting juice.

3 Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be

A banquet for the Troop, Mitra, and Varuna.

4 Voices have sung aloud to thee as finderout of wealth for us:

We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.

5 Thou, Indu, art the food of Gods, O Sovran of all gladdening drinks:

As Friend for friend, be thou best finder of success.

6 Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,

The godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.