HYMN XLVIII. Soma.

TASTE offerings never tasted yet, as bards enjoy the foeman's wealth.

O Soma, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.

Removing curses, drawn by teams, with Indra, seated by thy side, O Soma, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.

The two dark treasuries of wealth that wear all beauties wait on thee. O Soma, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.

May nine-and-ninety harnessed steeds who yoke them at thy will bring thee. O Soma, on refulgent car come to the drinking of the juice.

Harness, O Soma, to thy car a hundred well-fed tawny steeds, Yea, or a thousand steeds, and let thy chariot come to us with might.