HYMN XXIV.Soma Pavamana.

1. HITHERWARD have the Soma streamed,

the drops while they are purified:
When bIent, in waters they are rinsed.
2 The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a
precipice:
They come to Indra, being cleansed.
3 O Soma Pavamana, thou art flowing to be Indra's drink:
The men have seized and lead thee forth.
4 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, O Soma, flow, delighting men,
To him who ruleth o'er mankind.
5 Thou, Indu, when, effused by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art,
Ready for Indra's high decree.
6 Flow on, best Vrtra-slayer; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds.
Pure, purifying, wonderful.
7 Pure, purifying is he called the Soma of the meath eflused,
Slayer of sinners, dear to Gods.