Rig Veda 1.139

astu śrauṣaṭ puro agnīṃ dhiyā dadha ā nu tacchardho divyaṃ vṛṇīmaha indravāyū vṛṇīmahe yaddha krāṇā vivasvati nābhā saṃdāyi navyasī adha pra sū na upa yantu dhītayo devāṁ acchā na dhītayaḥ

Heard be our prayer! In thought I honour Agni first: now straightway we elect this heavenly company, Indra and Vayu we elect. For when our latest thought is raised and on Vivasvan centred well, Then may our holy songs go forward on their way, our songs as 'twere unto the Gods.

yaddha tyan mitrāvaruṇāv ṛtād adhy ādadāthe anṛtaṃ svena manyunā dakṣasya svena manyunā yuvor itthādhi sadmasv apaśyāma hiraṇyayam dhībhiś cana manasā svebhir akṣabhiḥ somasya svebhir akṣabhiḥ

As there ye, Mitra, Varuna, above the true have taken to yourselves the untrue with your mind, with wisdom's mental energy, So in the seats wherein ye dwell have we beheld the Golden One, Not with our thoughts or spirit, but with these our eyes, yea, with the eyes that Soma gives.

yuvāṃ stomebhir devayanto aśvināśrāvayanta iva ślokam āyavo yuvāṃ havyābhy āyavaḥ yuvor viśvā adhi śriyaḥ pṛkṣaś ca viśvavedasā pruṣāyante vām pavayo hiraṇyaye rathe dasrā hiraṇyaye

Asvins, the pious call you with their hymns of praise, sounding their loud song forth to you, these living men, to their oblations, living men. All glories and all nourishment, Lords of all wealth! depend on you. The fellies of your golden chariot scatter drops, Mighty Ones! of your golden car.

aceti dasrā vy u nākam ṛṇvatho yuñjate vāṃ rathayujo diviṣṭiṣv adhvasmāno diviṣṭiṣu adhi vāṃ sthāma vandhure rathe dasrā hiraṇyaye patheva yantāv anuśāsatā rajo 'ñjasā śāsatā rajaḥ

Well is it known, O Mighty Ones: ye open heaven; for you the chariot-steeds are yoked for morning rites, unswerving steeds for morning rites, We set you on the chariot-seat, ye Mighty, on the golden car. Ye seek mid-air as by a path that leads aright, as by a path that leads direct.

śacībhir naḥ śacīvasū divā naktaṃ daśasyatam mā vāṃ rātir upa dasat kadā canāsmad rātiḥ kadā cana

O Rich in Strength, through your great power vouchsafe us blessings day and night. The offerings which we bring to you shall never fail, gifts brought by us shall never fail.

vṛṣann indra vṛṣapāṇāsa indava ime sutā adriṣutāsa udbhidas tubhyaṃ sutāsa udbhidaḥ te tvā mandantu dāvane mahe citrāya rādhase gīrbhir girvāha stavamāna ā gahi sumṛﾱīko na ā gahi

These Soma-drops, strong Indra! drink for heroes, poured, pressed out by pressing-stones, are welling forth for thee, for thee the drops are welling forth. They shall make glad thy heart to give, to give wealth great and wonderful. Thou who acceptest praise come glorified by hymns, come thou to us benevolent.

o ṣū ṇo agne śṛṇuhi tvam īﾱito devebhyo bravasi yajñiyebhyo rājabhyo yajñiyebhyaḥ yaddha tyām aṅgirobhyo dhenuṃ devā adattana vi tāṃ duhre aryamā kartarī sacāṃ eṣa tāṃ veda me sacā

Quickly, O Agni, hear us: magnified by us thou shalt speck for us to the Gods adorable yea, to the Kings adorable: When, O ye Deities, ye gave that Milch-cow to the Angirases, They milked her: Aryaman, joined with them, did the work: he knoweth her as well as I.

mo ṣu vo asmad abhi tāni pauṃsyā sanā bhūvan dyumnāni mota jāriṣur asmat purota jāriṣuḥ yad vaś citraṃ yuge yuge navyaṃ ghoṣād amartyam asmāsu tan maruto yac ca duṣṭaraṃ didhṛtā yac ca duṣṭaram

Ne'er may these manly deeds of yours for us grow old, never may your bright glories fall into decay, never before our time decay. What deed of yours, new every age, wondrous, surpassing man, rings forth, Whatever, Maruts! may be difficult to gain, grant us, whate'er is hard to gain.

dadhyaṅ ha me januṣam pūrvo aṅgirāḥ priyamedhaḥ kaṇvo atrir manur vidus te me pūrve manur viduḥ teṣāṃ deveṣv āyatir asmākaṃ teṣu nābhayaḥ teṣām padena mahy ā name girendrāgnī ā name girā

Dadhyac of old, Angiras, Priyamedha these, and Kanva, Atri, Manu knew my birth, yea, those of ancient days and Manu knew. Their long line stretcheth to the Gods, our birth-connexions are with them. To these, for their high station, I bow down with song, to Indra, Agni, bow with song.

hotā yakṣad vanino vanta vāryam bṛhaspatir yajati vena ukṣabhiḥ puruvārebhir ukṣabhiḥ jagṛbhmā dūraādiśaṃ ślokam adrer adha tmanā adhārayad ararindāni sukratuḥ purū sadmāni sukratuḥ

Let the Invoker bless: let offerers bring choice gifts; Brihaspati the Friend doth sacrifice with Steers, Steers that have many an excellence. Now with our ears we catch the sound of the press-stone that rings afar. The very Strong hath gained the waters by himself, the strong gained many a resting-place.

ye devāso divy ekādaśa stha pṛthivyām adhy ekādaśa stha apsukṣito mahinaikādaśa stha te devāso yajñam imaṃ juṣadhvam

O ye Eleven Gods whose home is heaven, O ye Eleven who make earth your dwelling, Ye who with might, Eleven, live in waters, accept this sacrifice, O Gods, with pleasure.