The Rig Veda/Mandala 9/Hymn 55

1. POUR on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment, And, Soma, all felicities. 2. As thine, O Indu, is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice, Seat thee on the dear sacred grass. 3. And, finding for us kine and steeds, O Soma, with thy juice flow on    Through days that fly most rapidly. 4. As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy, Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.