Rig Veda 9.23

somā asṛgram āśavo madhor madasya dhārayā abhi viśvāni kāvyā

Swift Soma drops have been effused in streams of meath, the gladdening drink, For sacred lore of every kind.

anu pratnāsa āyavaḥ padaṃ navīyo akramuḥ ruce jananta sūryam

Hither to newer. resting-place the ancient Living Ones are come. They made the Sun that he might shine.

ā pavamāna no bharāryo adāśuṣo gayam kṛdhi prajāvatīr iṣaḥ

O Pavamana, bring to us the unsacrificing foeman's wealth, And give us food with progeny.

abhi somāsa āyavaḥ pavante madyam madam abhi kośam madhuścutam

The living Somas being cleansed diffuse exhilarating drink, Turned to the vat which drips with meath.

somo arṣati dharṇasir dadhāna indriyaṃ rasam suvīro abhiśastipāḥ

Soma grows on intelligent, possessing sap and mighty strength, Brave Hero who repels the curse.

indrāya soma pavase devebhyaḥ sadhamādyaḥ indo vājaṃ siṣāsasi

For Indra, Soma! thou art cleansed, a feast-companion for the Gods: Indu, thou fain wilt win us strength

asya pītvā madānām indro vṛtrāṇy aprati jaghāna jaghanac ca nu

When he had drunken draughts of this, Indra smote down resistless foes: Yea, smote them, and shall smite them still.