Rig Veda
tatam me apas tad u tāyate punaḥ svādiṣṭhā dhītir ucathāya śasyate ayaṃ samudra iha viśvadevyaḥ svāhākṛtasya sam u tṛpṇuta ṛbhavaḥ
The holy work I wrought before is wrought again: my sweetest hymn is sung to celebrate your praise. Here, O ye Ribhus, is this sea for all the Gods: sate you with Soma offered with the hallowing word.
ābhogayam pra yad icchanta aitanāpākāḥ prāñco mama kecid āpayaḥ saudhanvanāsaś caritasya bhūmanāgacchata savitur dāśuṣo gṛham
When, seeking your enjoyment onward from afar, ye, certain of my kinsmen, wandered on your way, Sons of Sudhanvan, after your long journeying, ye came unto the home of liberal Savitar.
tat savitā vo 'mṛtatvam āsuvad agohyaṃ yacchravayanta aitana tyaṃ cic camasam asurasya bhakṣaṇam ekaṃ santam akṛṇutā caturvayam
Savitar therefore gave you immortality, because ye came proclaiming him whom naught can hide; And this the drinking-chalice of the Asura, which till that time was one, ye made to be fourfold.
viṣṭvī śamī taraṇitvena vāghato martāsaḥ santo amṛtatvam ānaśuḥ saudhanvanā ṛbhavaḥ sūracakṣasaḥ saṃvatsare sam apṛcyanta dhītibhiḥ
When they had served with zeal at sacrifice as priests, they, mortal as they were, gained immortality. The Ribhus, children of Sudhanvan, bright as suns, were in a year's course made associate with prayers.
kṣetram iva vi mamus tejanenaṃ ekam pātram ṛbhavo jehamānam upastutā upamaṃ nādhamānā amartyeṣu śrava icchamānāḥ
The Ribhus, with a rod measured, as 'twere a field, the single sacrificial chalice. wide of mouth, Lauded of all who saw, praying for what is best, desiring glorious fame among Immortal Gods.
ā manīṣām antarikṣasya nṛbhyaḥ sruceva ghṛtaṃ juhavāma vidmanā taraṇitvā ye pitur asya saścira ṛbhavo vājam aruhan divo rajaḥ
As oil in ladles, we through knowledge will present unto the Heroes of the firmament our hymn,— The Ribhus who came near with this great Father's speed, and rose to heaven's high sphere to eat the strengthening food.
ṛbhur na indraḥ śavasā navīyān ṛbhur vājebhir vasubhir vasur dadiḥ yuṣmākaṃ devā avasāhani priye 'bhi tiṣṭhema pṛtsutīr asunvatām
Ribhu to us is Indra freshest in his might, Ribhu with powers and wealth is giver of rich gifts. Gods, through your favour may we on the happy day quell the attacks of those who pour no offerings forth.
niś carmaṇa ṛbhavo gām apiṃśata saṃ vatsenāsṛjatā mātaram punaḥ saudhanvanāsaḥ svapasyayā naro jivrī yuvānā pitarākṛṇotana
Out of a skin, O Ribhus, once ye formed a cow, and brought the mother close unto her calf again. Sons of Sudhanvan, Heroes, with surpassing skill ye made your aged Parents youthful as before.
vājebhir no vājasātāv aviḍḍhy ṛbhumāṁ indra citram ā darṣi rādhaḥ tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ
Help us with strength where spoil is won, O Indra: joined with the Ribhus give us varied bounty. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.