Sama Veda

SECOND PART

BOOK IV

Chapter I

HYMN 3 Soma Pavamana

1

Flow, Soma, Indu, dear to Gods, swift through the purifying sieve,
And enter fndra in thy strength

2

As mighty food speed hitherward, Indu, as a most splendid steer:
Sit in thy place as one with power

3

The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice:
The Sage drew waters to himself.

4

The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee mighty one,
When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.

5

The lake is brightened in the floods. Soma, our friend, heaven's prop and stay,
Falls on the purifying cloth.

6

The tawny Bull hath bellowed. fair as mighty Mitra to behold
He gleams and flashes with the Sun.

7

Songs, Indra, active in their might, are beautified for thee, wherewith
Thou deckest thee for rapturous joy.

8

To thee who givest ample room we pray, to win the wild delight,
That Thou mayst have exalted praise,

9

Winner of kine Indu, art thou, winner of heroes, steeds, and spoil:
Primeval soul of sacrifice.

10

Pour on us, Indu! Indra-strength with a full stream of sweetness, like
Parianya, sender of the rain!