Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1896], at sacred-texts.com
1. LOUD as a river's roaring wave thy powers have lifted up themselves:
Urge on thine arrow's sharpened point.
2 At thine effusion upward rise three voices full of joy, when thou
Flowest upon the fleecy ridge.
3 On to the fleece they urge with stone the tawny well-beloved One,
Even Pavamana, dropping meath.
4 Flow with thy current to the sieve, O Sage most powerful to cheer,
To seat thee in the place of song.
5 Flow, Most Exhilarating! flow anointed with the milk for balm,
Indu, for Indra, for his drink.