Rig Veda 9.20: FORTH through the straining-cloth the Sage flows to the banquet of the…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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