Rig Veda
pra te mahe vidathe śaṃsiṣaṃ harī pra te vanve vanuṣo haryatam madam ghṛtaṃ na yo haribhiś cāru secata ā tvā viśantu harivarpasaṃ giraḥ
In the great synod will I laud thy two Bay Steeds: I prize the sweet strong drink of thee the Warrior-God, His who pours lovely oil as 'twere with yellow drops. Let my songs enter thee whose form hath golden tints.
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Ye who in concert sing unto the gold hued place, like Bay Steeds driving onward to the heavenly seat, For Indra laud ye strength allied with Tawny Steeds, laud him whom cows content as 'twere with yellow drops.
so asya vajro harito ya āyaso harir nikāmo harir ā gabhastyoḥ dyumnī suśipro harimanyusāyaka indre ni rūpā haritā mimikṣire
His is that thunderbolt, of iron, golden hued, gold-coloured, very dear, and yellow in his arms; Bright with strong teeth, destroying with its tawny rage. In Indra are set fast all forms of golden hue.
divi na ketur adhi dhāyi haryato vivyacad vajro harito na raṃhyā tudad ahiṃ hariśipro ya āyasaḥ sahasraśokā abhavaddharimbharaḥ
As if a lovely ray were laid upon the sky, the golden thunderbolt spread out as in a race. That iron bolt with yellow jaw smote Ahi down. A thousand flames had he who bore the tawny-hued.
tvaṃ tvam aharyathā upastutaḥ pūrvebhir indra harikeśa yajvabhiḥ tvaṃ haryasi tava viśvam ukthyam asāmi rādho harijāta haryatam
Thou, thou, when praised by men who sacrificed of old. hadst pleasure in their lauds, O Indra golden-haired. All that befits thy song of praise thou welcomest, the perfect pleasant gift, O Golden-hued from birth.
tā vajriṇam mandinaṃ stomyam mada indraṃ rathe vahato haryatā harī purūṇy asmai savanāni haryata indrāya somā harayo dadhanvire
These two dear Bays bring hither Indra on his car, Thunder-armed, joyous, meet for laud, to drink his fill. Many libations flow for him who loveth them: to Indra have the gold-hued Soma juices run.
araṃ kāmāya harayo dadhanvire sthirāya hinvan harayo harī turā arvadbhir yo haribhir joṣam īyate so asya kāmaṃ harivantam ānaśe
The gold-hued drops have flowed to gratify his wish: the yellow drops have urged the swift Bays to the Strong. He who speeds on with Bay Steeds even as he lists hath satisfied his longing for the golden drops.
hariśmaśārur harikeśa āyasas turaspeye yo haripā avardhata arvadbhir yo haribhir vājinīvasur ati viśvā duritā pāriṣaddharī
At the swift draught the Soma-drinker waxed in might, the Iron One with yellow beard and yellow hair. He, Lord of Tawny Coursers, Lord of fleet-foot Mares, will bear his Bay Steeds safely over all distress.
sruveva yasya hariṇī vipetatuḥ śipre vājāya hariṇī davidhvataḥ pra yat kṛte camase marmṛjaddharī pītvā madasya haryatasyāndhasaḥ
His yellow-coloured jaws, like ladles move apart, what time, for strength, he makes the yellow-tinted stir, When, while the bowl stands there, he grooms his Tawny Steeds, when he hath drunk strong drink, the sweet juice that he loves.
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Yea, to the Dear One's seat in homes of heaven and earth the Bay Steeds' Lord hath whinnied like a horse for food. Then the great wish hath seized upon him mightily, and the Beloved One hath gained high power of life,
ā rodasī haryamāṇo mahitvā navyaṃ navyaṃ haryasi manma nu priyam pra pastyam asura haryataṃ gor āviṣ kṛdhi haraye sūryāya
Thou, comprehending with thy might the earth and heaven, acceptest the dear hymn for ever new and new. O Asura, disclose thou and make visible the Cow's beloved home to the bright golden Sun.
ā tvā haryantam prayujo janānāṃ rathe vahantu hariśipram indra pibā yathā pratibhṛtasya madhvo haryan yajñaṃ sadhamāde daśoṇim
O Indra, let the eager wishes of the folk bring thee, delightful, golden-visored, on thy car, That, pleased with sacrifice wherein ten fingers toil, thou mayest, at the feast, drink of our offered meath.
apāḥ pūrveṣāṃ harivaḥ sutānām atho idaṃ savanaṃ kevalaṃ te mamaddhi somam madhumantam indra satrā vṛṣañ jaṭhara ā vṛṣasva
Juices aforetime, Lord of Bays, thou drankest; and thine especially is this libation. Gladden thee, Indra, with the meath-rich Soma: pour it down ever, Mighty One! within thee.