Rig Veda

Book 9, Hymn XXII. Soma Pavamana

1. THESE rapid Soma-streams have stirred themselves to motion like strong steeds,
Like cars, like armies hurried forth.

2 Swift as wide winds they lightly move, like rain-storms of Parjanya, like
The flickering flames of burning fire.

3 These Soma juices, blent with curds, purified, skilled in sacred hymns,
Have gained by song their hearts'desire.

4 Immortal, cleansed, these drops, since first they flowed, have never wearied, fain
To reach the regions and their paths.

5 Advancing they have travelled o’er the ridges of the earth and heaven,
And this the highest realm of all.

6 Over the heights have they attained the highest thread that is spun out,
And this which must be deemed most high.

7 Thou, Soma, boldest wealth in kine which thou hast seized from niggard churls:
Thou calledst forth the outspun thread.