HYMN XXIII. Soma Pavamana.

1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink,

For sacred lore of every kind.

2 Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come.

They made the Sun that he might shine.

3 O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth,

And give us food with progeny.

4 The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink,

Turned to the vat which drips with meath.

5 Soma gows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength,

Brave Hero who repels the curse.

6 For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods:

1ndu, thou fain wilt win us strength

7 When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes:

Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.