HYMN LIV. Soma Pavamana.

1. AFTER his ancient splendour, they, the bold, have drawn the bright milk from

The Sage who wins a thousand gifts.

2 In aspect he is like the Sun; he runneth forward to the lakes,

Seven currents flowing through the sky.

3 He, shining in his splendour, stands high over all things that exist -

Soma, a God as Surya is.

4 Thou, Indu, in thy brilliancy, pourest on us, as Indra's Friend,

Wealth from the kine to feast the Gods.