The Rig Veda/Mandala 9/Hymn 18

1. THOU, Soma, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve,: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 2. Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offspring of thy sap: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 3. All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 4. He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 5. Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 6. Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halves: All-bounteous art thou in carouse. 7. The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud: All-bounteous art thou in carouse.