Rig Veda 2.13

ṛtur janitrī tasyā apas pari makṣū jāta āviśad yāsu vardhate tad āhanā abhavat pipyuṣī payo 'ṃśoḥ pīyūṣam prathamaṃ tad ukthyam

The Season was the parent, and when born therefrom it entered rapidly the floods wherein it grows. Thence was it full of sap, streaming with milky juice: the milk of the plant's stalk is chief and meet for lauds.

sadhrīm ā yanti pari bibhratīḥ payo viśvapsnyāya pra bharanta bhojanam samāno adhvā pravatām anuṣyade yas tākṛṇoḥ prathamaṃ sāsy ukthyaḥ

They come trooping together bearing milk to him, and bring him sustenance who gives support to all. The way is common for the downward streams to flow. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

anv eko vadati yad dadāti tad rūpā minan tadapā eka īyate viśvā ekasya vinudas titikṣate yas tākṛṇoḥ prathamaṃ sāsy ukthyaḥ

One priest announces what the institutor gives: one, altering the forms, zealously plies his task, The third corrects the imperfections left by each. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

prajābhyaḥ puṣṭiṃ vibhajanta āsate rayim iva pṛṣṭham prabhavantam āyate asinvan daṃṣṭraiḥ pitur atti bhojanaṃ yas tākṛṇoḥ prathamaṃ sāsy ukthyaḥ

Dealing out food unto their people there they sit, like wealth to him who comes, more than the back can bear. Greedily with his teeth he eats the master's food. Thou who didst these things first art worthy of our lauds.

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Thou hast created earth to look upon the sky: thou, slaying Ahi, settest free the river's paths. Thee, such, a God, the Gods have quickened with their lauds, even as a steed with waters: meet for praise art thou.

yo bhojanaṃ ca dayase ca vardhanam ārdrād ā śuṣkam madhumad dudohitha sa śevadhiṃ ni dadhiṣe vivasvati viśvasyaika īśiṣe sāsy ukthyaḥ

Thou givest increase, thou dealest to us our food: thou milkest from the moist the dry, the rich in sweets. Thou by the worshipper layest thy precious store: thou art sole Lord of all. Meet for our praise art thou.

yaḥ puṣpiṇīś ca prasvaś ca dharmaṇādhi dāne vy avanīr adhārayaḥ yaś cāsamā ajano didyuto diva urur ūrvāṃ abhitaḥ sāsy ukthyaḥ

Thou who hast spread abroad the streams by stablished law, and in the field the plants that blossom and bear seed; Thou who hast made the matchless lightnings of the sky,-vast, compassing vast realms, meet for our praise art thou.

yo nārmaraṃ sahavasuṃ nihantave pṛkṣāya ca dāsaveśāya cāvahaḥ ūrjayantyā apariviṣṭam āsyam utaivādya purukṛt sāsy ukthyaḥ

Who broughtest Narmara with all his wealth, for sake of food, to slay him that the fiends might be destroyed, Broughtest the face unclouded of the strengthening one, performing much even now, worthy art thou of praise.

śataṃ vā yasya daśa sākam ādya ekasya śruṣṭau yaddha codam āvitha arajjau dasyūn sam unab dabhītaye suprāvyo abhavaḥ sāsy ukthyaḥ

Thou boundest up the Dasa's hundred friends and ten, when, at one's hearing, thou belpest thy worshipper. Thou for Dabhiti boundest Dasyus not with cords; Thou wast a mighty help. Worthy of lauds art thou.

viśved anu rodhanā asya pauṃsyaṃ dadur asmai dadhire kṛtnave dhanam ṣaḍ astabhnā viṣṭiraḥ pañca saṃdṛśaḥ pari paro abhavaḥ sāsy ukthyaḥ

All banks of rivers yielded to his manly might; to him they gave, to him, the Strong, gave up their wealth. The six directions hast thou fixed, a five-fold view: thy victories reached afar. Worthy of lauds art thou.

supravācanaṃ tava vīra vīryaṃ yad ekena kratunā vindase vasu jātūṣṭhirasya pra vayaḥ sahasvato yā cakartha sendra viśvāsy ukthyaḥ

Meet for high praise, O Hero, is thy power, that with thy single wisdom thou obtainest wealth, The life-support of conquering Jatusthira. Indra, for all thy deeds, worthy of lauds art thou.

aramayaḥ sarapasas tarāya kaṃ turvītaye ca vayyāya ca srutim nīcā santam ud anayaḥ parāvṛjam prāndhaṃ śroṇaṃ śravayan sāsy ukthyaḥ

Thou for Turviti heldest still the flowing floods, the river-stream for Vayya easily to pass Didst raise the outcast from the depths, and gavest fame unto the halt and blind. Worthy of lauds art thou.

asmabhyaṃ tad vaso dānāya rādhaḥ sam arthayasva bahu te vasavyam indra yac citraṃ śravasyā anu dyūn bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ

Prepare thyself to grant us that great bounty, O Vasu, for abundant is thy treasure. Snatch up the wonderful, O Indra, daily. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.