Rig Veda 1.138

pra pra pūṣṇas tuvijātasya śasyate mahitvam asya tavaso na tandate stotram asya na tandate arcāmi sumnayann aham antyūtim mayobhuvam viśvasya yo mana āyuyuve makho deva āyuyuve makhaḥ

Strong Pushan's majesty is lauded evermore, the glory of his lordly might is never faint, his song of praise is never faint. Seeking felicity I laud him nigh to help, the source, of bliss, Who, Vigorous one, hath drawn to him the hearts of all, drawn them, the Vigorous One, the God.

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Thee, then, O Pushan, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen flee, drive, camel-like, our foes afar. As I, a man, call thee, a God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend, So make our loudly-chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.

yasya te pūṣan sakhye vipanyavaḥ kratvā cit santo 'vasā bubhujrira iti kratvā bubhujrire tām anu tvā navīyasīṃ niyutaṃ rāya īmahe aheﾱamāna uruśaṃsa sarī bhava vāje vāje sarī bhava

Thou, Pushan, in whose friendship they who sing forth praise enjoy advantage, even in wisdom, through thy grace, in wisdom even they are advanced. So, after this most recent course, we come to thee with prayers for wealth. Not stirred to anger, O Wide-Ruler, come to us, come thou to us in every fight.

asyā ū ṣu ṇa upa sātaye bhuvo 'heﾱamāno rarivāṁ ajāśva śravasyatām ajāśva o ṣu tvā vavṛtīmahi stomebhir dasma sādhubhiḥ nahi tvā pūṣann atimanya āghṛṇe na te sakhyam apahnuve

Not stirred to anger, come, Free-giver, nigh to us, to take this gift of ours, thou who hast goats for steeds, Goat-borne! their gift who long for fame. So, Wonder-Worker! may we turn thee hither with effectual lauds. I slight thee not, O Pushan, thou Resplendent One: thy friendship may not be despised.