Rig Veda 9.37

sa sutaḥ pītaye vṛṣā somaḥ pavitre arṣati vighnan rakṣāṃsi devayuḥ

Soma, the Steer, effused for draught, flows to the purifying sieve, Slaying the fiends, loving the Gods.

sa pavitre vicakṣaṇo harir arṣati dharṇasiḥ abhi yoniṃ kanikradat

Far-sighted, tawny-coloured, he flows to the sieve, intelligent, Bellowing, to his place of rest.

sa vājī rocanā divaḥ pavamāno vi dhāvati rakṣohā vāram avyayam

This vigorous Pavamana runs forth to the luminous realm of heaven, Fiend-slayer, through the fleecy sieve.

sa tritasyādhi sānavi pavamāno arocayat jāmibhiḥ sūryaṃ saha

This Payamana up above Trita's high ridge hath made the Sun, Together with the Sisters, shine.

sa vṛtrahā vṛṣā suto varivovid adābhyaḥ somo vājam ivāsarat

This Vritra-slaying Steer, effused, Soma room-giver, ne'er deceived, Hath gone, as 'twere, to win the spoil.

sa devaḥ kavineṣito 'bhi droṇāni dhāvati indur indrāya maṃhanā

Urged onward by the sage, the God speeds forward to the casks of wood, Indu to Indra willingly.