The Rig Veda/Mandala 9/Hymn 39

1. FLOW On, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,
     Saying, I go where dwell the Gods.
2. Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,
     Make thou the rain descend from heaven.
3. With might, bestowing power, the juice enters the purifying sieve,
     Far-seeing, sending forth its light.
4. This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down
     From heaven upon the straining cloth.
5. Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice
     For Indra is poured forth as meath.
6. In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.
     Sit in the place of sacrifice.