Sama Veda

Part second, Book 8, Chapter III, XVIII, Soma, Pavamana

1. Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,
To bring a thousand stores of wealth.

2. He, flows beholding on his way all well-beloved sacred lore,
Green-tinted, brandishing his arms.

3. He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants,
Sits as a falcon in the wood.

4. So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified.
All treasures both of heaven and earth!