Sama Veda

SECOND PART

BOOK III

Chapter II

HYMN 4 Soma Pavamana

1

The Sage hath robed him in the sheep's wool for the banquet of the Gods,
Subduing all our enemies.

2

For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold riches in the shape
Of cattle to the worshippers.

3

Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts:
As such, O Soma, find us fame!

4

Pour on us lofty glory, send sure riches to our liberal lords:
Bring food to those who sing thy praise!

5

As thou art cleansed, O wondrous steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like
A pious king, into the songs,

6

He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made bright
With hands, is resting in the press.

7

Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest. Soma to the sieve,
Lending the laud heroic strength.