Sama Veda

Part second, Book 3, Chapter I, IV, 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.