Rig Veda
araṇyāny araṇyāny asau yā preva naśyasi kathā grāmaṃ na pṛcchasi na tvā bhīr iva vindatīm
Goddess of wild and forest who seemest to vanish from the sight. How is it that thou seekest not the village? Art thou not afraid?
vṛṣāravāya vadate yad upāvati ciccikaḥ āghāṭibhir iva dhāvayann araṇyānir mahīyate
What time the grasshopper replies and swells the shrill cicada's voice, Seeming to sound with tinkling bells, the Lady of the Wood exults.
uta gāva ivādanty uta veśmeva dṛśyate uto araṇyāniḥ sāyaṃ śakaṭīr iva sarjati
And, yonder, cattle seem to graze, what seems a dwelling-place appears: Or else at eve the Lady of the Forest seems to free the wains.
gām aṅgaiṣa ā hvayati dārv aṅgaiṣo apāvadhīt vasann araṇyānyāṃ sāyam akrukṣad iti manyate
Here one is calling to his cow, another there hath felled a tree: At eve the dweller in the wood fancies that somebody hath screamed.
na vā araṇyānir hanty anyaś cen nābhigacchati svādoḥ phalasya jagdhvāya yathākāmaṃ ni padyate
The Goddess never slays, unless some murderous enemy approach. Man eats of savoury fruit and then takes, even as he wills, his rest.
āñjanagandhiṃ surabhim bahvannām akṛṣīvalām prāham mṛgāṇām mātaram araṇyānim aśaṃsiṣam
Now have I praised the Forest Queen, sweet-scented, redolent of balm, The Mother of all sylvan things, who tills not but hath stores of food.