Rishi Kashyapa Maricha is enamored of the exciting land of Soma and he portrays it in a charming and unmatched lyric, known as Pavamana Sukta.

“Oh Pavamana Soma, where there is unbroken lustre, and where there is delightful presence of the spiritual sun, in that land of immortality and fullness, may my seat be reserved.
Oh Soma, send forth your flow for the sake of Indra. Where the son of Vivaswat is ruling, where the source of illumination is hidden, where giant rivers glide along, in that land, make me immortal.
Oh Soma, send forth your flow for the sake of Indra. Where, in the third heaven, one can move freely, where all the four corners are studded with bright rays, in that land, make me immortal. Oh Soma, send forth your flow for the sake of Indra. Where the residents perform only disinterested actions, where a fountain of nectar gushes out, where mirth is spread out as a fare, in that land, make me immortal.
Oh Soma, send forth your flow for the sake of Indra. Where one finds four kinds of felicity—Ananda, Moda, Muda and Pramoda—where the very desire of desires is fulfilled, in that land make me immortal.
Oh Soma, send forth your flow for the sake of Indra.”
Rig-Veda IX 113.7-11

The Sukta ends; but the sweet melody of the words continues to ring in the ear.