Rig Veda
samānam u tyam puruhūtam ukthyaṃ rathaṃ tricakraṃ savanā ganigmatam parijmānaṃ vidathyaṃ suvṛktibhir vayaṃ vyuṣṭā uṣaso havāmahe
That general Car of yours, invoked by many a man, that comes to our libations, three-wheeled, meet for lauds, That circumambient Car, worthy of sacrifice, we call with our pure hymns at earliest flush of dawn.
prātaryujaṃ nāsatyādhi tiṣṭhathaḥ prātaryāvāṇam madhuvāhanaṃ ratham viśo yena gacchatho yajvarīr narā kīreś cid yajñaṃ hotṛmantam aśvinā
Ye, O Nasatyas, mount that early-harnessed Car, that travels early, laden with its freight of balm, Wherewith ye, Heroes, visit clans who sacrifice, even the poor man's worship where the priest attends.
adhvaryuṃ vā madhupāṇiṃ suhastyam agnidhaṃ vā dhṛtadakṣaṃ damūnasam viprasya vā yat savanāni gacchatho 'ta ā yātam madhupeyam aśvinā
If to the deft Adhvaryu with the meath in hand, or to the Kindler firm in strength, the household friend, Or to the sage's poured libations ye approach, come thence, O Asvins, now to drink the offered meath.