Rig Veda

Mandal - 9 (Part - 9)

HYMN 38 Soma Pavamana

1

THIS Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woollen filter, as he goes
To war that wins a thousand spoils.

2

The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One
Indu to Indra for his drink.

3

Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright
And beauteous for the gladdening draught.

4

He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men.
Speeding like lover to his love.

5

This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven,
This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.

6

Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out,
Unto the well-beloved place.