Sama Veda

SECOND PART

BOOK V

Chapter I

HYMN 5 Soma Pavamana

1

Loud as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:
Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point!

2

At thine effusion upward rise three voices fresh and strong, when thou.
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.

3

On to the fleece they urge with stones the dear, the goldencoloured one,
Even Pavamana dropping meath.

4

Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage, best giver of delight,
To seat these in the shrine of song!

5

Best giver of delight, flow on anointed with the milk for balm,
And enter into Indra's throat!