Rig Veda 9.20

pra kavir devavītaye 'vyo vārebhir arṣati sāhvān viśvā abhi spṛdhaḥ

Forth through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the Gods, Subduing all our enemies.

sa hi ṣmā jaritṛbhya ā vājaṃ gomantam invati pavamānaḥ sahasriṇam

For he, as Pavamana, sends thousand fold treasure in the shape Of cattle to the singing-men.

pari viśvāni cetasā mṛśase pavase matī sa naḥ soma śravo vidaḥ

Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts As such, O Soma, find us fame.

abhy arṣa bṛhad yaśo maghavadbhyo dhruvaṃ rayim iṣaṃ stotṛbhya ā bhara

Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords, Bring food to those who sing thy praise.

tvaṃ rājeva suvrato giraḥ somā viveśitha punāno vahne adbhuta

As thou art cleansed, O Wondrous Steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like A pious King, into the songs.

sa vahnir apsu duṣṭaro mṛjyamāno gabhastyoḥ somaś camūṣu sīdati

He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean With hands, is resting in the jars.

krīﾱur makho na maṃhayuḥ pavitraṃ soma gacchasi dadhat stotre suvīryam

Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve, Lending the laud a Hero's strength.