Rig Veda
devāḥ kapota iṣito yad icchan dūto nirṛtyā idam ājagāma tasmā arcāma kṛṇavāma niṣkṛtiṃ śaṃ no astu dvipade śaṃ catuṣpade
Gods, whatsoe'er the Dove came hither seeking, sent to us as the envoy of Destruction, For that let us sing hymns and make atonement. Well be it with our quadrupeds and bipeds.
śivaḥ kapota iṣito no astv anāgā devāḥ śakuno gṛheṣu agnir hi vipro juṣatāṃ havir naḥ pari hetiḥ pakṣiṇī no vṛṇaktu
Auspicious be the Dove that hath been sent us, a harmless bird, ye Gods, within our dwelling. May Agni, Sage, be pleased with our oblation, and may the Missile borne on wings avoid us.
hetiḥ pakṣiṇī na dabhāty asmān āṣṭryām padaṃ kṛṇute agnidhāne śaṃ no gobhyaś ca puruṣebhyaś cāstu mā no hiṃsīd iha devāḥ kapotaḥ
Let not the Arrow that hath wings distract us: beside the fire-place, on the hearth it settles. May it bring welfare to our men and cattle: here let the Dove, ye Gods, forbear to harm us.
yad ulūko vadati mogham etad yat kapotaḥ padam agnau kṛṇoti yasya dūtaḥ prahita eṣa etat tasmai yamāya namo astu mṛtyave
The screeching of the owl is ineffective and when beside the fire the Dove hath settled, To him who sent it hither as an envoy, to him be reverence paid, to Death, to Yama.
ṛcā kapotaṃ nudata praṇodam iṣam madantaḥ pari gāṃ nayadhvam saṃyopayanto duritāni viśvā hitvā na ūrjam pra patāt patiṣṭhaḥ
Drive forth the Dove, chase it with holy verses: rejoicing, bring ye hither food and cattle, Barring the way against all grief and trouble. Let the swift bird fly forth and leave us vigour.