Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn LIII. Soma Pavamana

1. O THOU with stones for arms, thy powers, crushing the fiends, have raised themselves:
Chase thou the foes who compass us.

2 Thou conquerest thus with might when car meets car, and when the prize is staked:
With fearless heart will I sing praise.

3 No one with evil thought assails this Pavamana's holy laws:
Crush him who fain would fight with thee.

4 For Indra to the streams they drive the tawny rapture-dropping Steed,
Indu the bringer of delight.