Rig Veda
yajāmahe vām mahaḥ sajoṣā havyebhir mitrāvaruṇā namobhiḥ ghṛtair ghṛtasnū adha yad vām asme adhvaryavo na dhītibhir bharanti
We worship with our reverence and oblations you, Mitra Varuna, accordant, mighty, So that with us, ye Twain whose backs are sprinkled with oil, the priests with oil and hymns support you.
prastutir vāṃ dhāma na prayuktir ayāmi mitrāvaruṇā suvṛktiḥ anakti yad vāṃ vidatheṣu hotā sumnaṃ vāṃ sūrir vṛṣaṇāv iyakṣan
Your praise is like a mighty power, an impulse: to you, Twain Gods, a well-formed hymn is offered, As the priest decks yon, Strong Ones, in assemblies, and the prince fain to worship you for blessings.
pīpāya dhenur aditir ṛtāya janāya mitrāvaruṇā havirde hinoti yad vāṃ vidathe saparyan sa rātahavyo mānuṣo na hotā
O Mitra-Varuna, Aditi the Milch-cow streams for the rite, for folk who bring oblation, When in the assembly he who worships moves you, like to a human priest, with gifts presented.
uta vāṃ vikṣu madyāsv andho gāva āpaś ca pīpayanta devīḥ uto no asya pūrvyaḥ patir dan vītam pātam payasa usriyāyāḥ
So may the kine and heavenly Waters pour you sweet drink in families that make you joyful. Of this may he, the ancient House-Lord, give us. Enjoy, drink of the milk the cow provideth.