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.