Sama Veda

SECOND PART

BOOK III

Chapter I

HYMN 4 Soma Pavamana

1

Flow on, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.

2

Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
Make thou the rain descend from heaven

3

Even here is he who, swift of course, hath with the river's wave Rowed down.
From heaven upon the straining cloth.

4

With might. producing glare, the juice enters the purifying sieve,
Far-seeing, sending forth its light.

5

Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
For Indra is poured forth as meath.

6

In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the golden-hued,
Indu for Indra, for his drink.