RV 19 (9)

2 For ye Twain, Indra, Soma, are Lords of the light, Lords of the kine: 3 The tawny Steer, while cleansed among the living, bellowing on the grass, 4 Over the Steer's productive flow the sacred songs were resonant, 5 Hath he not, purified, impregned the kine whb long to meet their Lord, 6 Bring near us those who stand aloof strike fear into our enemies: 7 Soma, bring down the foeman's might, his vigorous strength and vital powe'r, 2 For he, as Pavamana, sends thousandfold treasure in the shape 3 Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts 4 Pour lofty glory on us, send sure riches to our liberal lords, 5 As thou art cleansed, O Wondrous Steed, O Soma, thou hast entered, like 6 He, Soma, like a courser in the floods invincible, made clean 7 Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest, Soma, to the sieve,