Rig Veda
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On flows the stream of Soma who beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the Gods from heaven. He lightens with the roaring of Br aspati: h the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice.
yaṃ tvā vājinn aghnyā abhy anūṣatāyohataṃ yonim ā rohasi dyumān maghonām āyuḥ pratiran mahi śrava indrāya soma pavase vṛṣā madaḥ
Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine iron-fashioned home. Thou, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flowest for Indra as his might to gladdening drink.
endrasya kukṣā pavate madintama ūrjaṃ vasānaḥ śravase sumaṅgalaḥ pratyaṅ sa viśvā bhuvanābhi paprathe krīﾱan harir atyaḥ syandate vṛṣā
Best giver of delight, he flows to Indra's throat, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame. He spreads himself abroad to meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny Steed flows sporting on his way.
taṃ tvā devebhyo madhumattamaṃ naraḥ sahasradhāraṃ duhate daśa kṣipaḥ nṛbhiḥ soma pracyuto grāvabhiḥ suto viśvān devāṁ ā pavasvā sahasrajit
The men, the ten swift fingers, milk thee out for Gods, even thee most rich in meath, with thousand flowing streams. Soma who winnest thousands, driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as thou flowest, all the Gods.
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Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with sweets. Thou, Soma, gladdening Indra, and the Heavenly Host, flowest as Pavamana like a river's wave.