Sama Veda

SECOND PART

BOOK VI

Chapter I

HYMN 9 Soma Pavamana

1

Even as the beams of Surya, urging men to speed, they issue forth together, gladdening as they flow,
These swift outpourings in long course of holy rites: no form save only Indra shows itself so pure.

2

The thought is deeply fixed, the savoury juice is shed; the tongue with joyous sound is stirring in the mouth:
And Pavamana, like the shout of those who press, the drop, rich in sweet juice, is flowing through the fleece.

3

The bull is bellowing; the cows are coming nigh: the Goddesses approach the God's own resting-place.
Onward hath Soma pressed through the sheep's fair bright fleece, and hath, as 'twere, endued a garment newly washed.