The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 9/Hymn 23

1. SWIFT Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink,
     For sacred lore of every kind.
2. Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come.
     They made the Sun that he might shine.
3. O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth,
     And give us food with progeny.
4. The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink,
     Turned to the vat which drips with meath.
5. Soma grows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength,
     Brave Hero who repels the curse.
6. For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods:
     Indu, thou fain wilt win us strength
7. When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes:
     Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.