Rig Veda
vasū rudrā purumantū vṛdhantā daśasyataṃ no vṛṣaṇāv abhiṣṭau dasrā ha yad rekṇa aucathyo vām pra yat sasrāthe akavābhir ūtī
Ye Vasus Twain, ye Rudras full of counsel, grant us, Strong Strengtheners, when ye stand beside us, What wealth Auchathya craves of you, great Helpers when ye come forward with no niggard succour.
ko vāṃ dāśat sumataye cid asyai vasū yad dhethe namasā pade goḥ jigṛtam asme revatīḥ purandhīḥ kāmapreṇeva manasā carantā
Who may give you aught, Vasus, for your favour, for what, at the Cow's place, ye grant through worship? Wake for us understanding full of riches, come with a heart that will fulfil our longing.
yukto ha yad vāṃ taugryāya perur vi madhye arṇaso dhāyi pajraḥ upa vām avaḥ śaraṇaṃ gameyaṃ śūro nājma patayadbhir evaiḥ
As erst for Tugra's son your car, sea-crossing, strong, was equipped and set amid the waters, So may I gain your shelter and protection as with winged course a hero seeks his army.
upastutir aucathyam uruṣyen mā mām ime patatriṇī vi dugdhām mā mām edho daśatayaś cito dhāk pra yad vām baddhas tmani khādati kṣām
May this my praise preserve Uchathya's offspring: let not these Twain who fly with wings exhaust me. Let not the wood ten times up-piled consume me, when fixed for you it bites the ground it stands on.
na mā garan nadyo mātṛtamā dāsā yad īṃ susamubdham avādhuḥ śiro yad asya traitano vitakṣat svayaṃ dāsa uro aṃsāv api gdha
The most maternal streams, wherein the Dasas cast me securely bound, have not devoured me. When Traitana would cleave my head asunder, the Dasa wounded his own breast and shoulders.
dīrghatamā māmateyo jujurvān daśame yuge apām arthaṃ yatīnām brahmā bhavati sārathiḥ
Dirghatamas the son of Mamata hath come to length of days in the tenth age of human kind. He is the Brahman of the waters as they strive to reach their end and aim: their charioteer is he.