HYMN XLVII. Soma Pavamana.

1. GREAT as he was, Soma hath gained strength by this high solemnity:

joyous he riseth like a bull.

2 His task is done: his crushings of the Dasyus are made manifest:

He sternly reckoneth their debts.

3 Soon as his song of praise is born, the Soma, Indra's juice, becomes

A thousand-winning thunderbolt.

4 Seer and Sustainer, he himself desireth riches for the sage

When he embellisheth his songs.

5 Fain would they both win riches as in races of the steeds. In war

Thou art upon the conquerors' side.