Rig Veda
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See, Vena, born in light, hath driven hither, on chariot of the air, the Calves of Prisni. Singers with hymns caress him as an infant there where the waters and the sunlight mingle.
samudrād ūrmim ud iyarti veno nabhojāḥ pṛṣṭhaṃ haryatasya darśi ṛtasya sānāv adhi viṣṭapi bhrāṭ samānaṃ yonim abhy anūṣata vrāḥ
Vena draws up his wave from out the ocean. mist-born, the fair one's back is made apparent, Brightly he shone aloft on Order's summit: the hosts sang glory to their common birthplace.
samānam pūrvīr abhi vāvaśānās tiṣṭhan vatsasya mātaraḥ sanīḍāḥ ṛtasya sānāv adhi cakramāṇā rihanti madhvo amṛtasya vāṇīḥ
Full many, lowing to their joint-possession, dwelling together stood the Darling's Mothers. Ascending to the lofty height of Order, the bands of singers 'sip the sweets of Amrita.
jānanto rūpam akṛpanta viprā mṛgasya ghoṣam mahiṣasya hi gman ṛtena yanto adhi sindhum asthur vidad gandharvo amṛtāni nāma
Knowing his form, the sages yearned to meet him: they have come nigh to hear the wild Bull's bellow. Performing sacrifice they reached the river: for the Gandharva found the immortal waters.
apsarā jāram upasiṣmiyāṇā yoṣā bibharti parame vyoman carat priyasya yoniṣu priyaḥ san sīdat pakṣe hiraṇyaye sa venaḥ
The Apsaras, the Lady, sweetly smiling, supports her Lover in sublimest heaven. In his Friend's dwelling as a Friend he wanders: he, Vena, rests him on his golden pinion.
nāke suparṇam upa yat patantaṃ hṛdā venanto abhy acakṣata tvā hiraṇyapakṣaṃ varuṇasya dūtaṃ yamasya yonau śakunam bhuraṇyum
They gaze on thee with longing in their spirit, as on a strong-winged bird that mounteth sky-ward; On thee with wings of gold, Varuna's envoy, the Bird that hasteneth to the home of Yama.
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Erect, to heaven hath the Gandharva mounted, pointing at us his many-coloured weapons; Clad in sweet raiment beautiful to look on, for he, as light, produceth forms that please us.
drapsaḥ samudram abhi yaj jigāti paśyan gṛdhrasya cakṣasā vidharman bhānuḥ śukreṇa śociṣā cakānas tṛtīye cakre rajasi priyāṇi
When as a spark he cometh near the ocean, still looking with a vulture's eye to heaven, His lustre, joying in its own bright splendour, maketh dear glories in the lowest region.