The Rig Veda/Mandala 9/Hymn 20

1. FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods,
     Subduing all our enemies.
2. For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape
     Of cattle to the singing-men.
3. Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts
     As such, O Soma, find us fame.
4. Pour lofty glory on us, 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 clean
     With hands, is resting in the jars.
7. Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve,
     Lending the laud a Hero's strength.