HYMN XVIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,:

All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

2 Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offipring of thy sap:

All-bountcous art thou in carouse.

3 All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee:

All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

4 He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired:

All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

5 Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine

All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

6 Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halvcs:

All-bounteous art thou in carouse.

7 The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:

All-bounteous art thou in carouse.