1. O SOMA, being purified bring us the wondrous treasure, meet For lauds, that is in earth and heaven. 2 For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine: Great Rulers, prosper ye our songs. 3 The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass, Hath sunk and settled in his home. 4 Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant, The mothers of the darling Son. 5 Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord, The kine who yield the shining milk? 6 Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies: O Pavamana, find us wealth. 7 Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r, Whether he be afar or near.
Bibliography: Rigveda, translated by Ralph Thomas Hotchkin Griffith, (1896)