Rig Veda
ayaṃ te astu haryataḥ soma ā haribhiḥ sutaḥ juṣāṇa indra haribhir na ā gahy ā tiṣṭha haritaṃ ratham
May this delightsome Soma be expressed for thee by tawny stones. Joying thereat, O Indra, with thy Bay Steeds come: ascend thy golden-coloured car.
haryann uṣasam arcayaḥ sūryaṃ haryann arocayaḥ vidvāṃś cikitvān haryaśva vardhasa indra viśvā abhi śriyaḥ
In love thou madest Ushas glow, in love thou madest Surya shine. Thou, Indra, knowing, thinking, Lord of Tawny Steeds, above all glories waxest great.
dyām indro haridhāyasam pṛthivīṃ harivarpasam adhārayaddharitor bhūri bhojanaṃ yayor antar hariś carat
The heaven with streams of golden hue, earth with her tints of green and gold- The golden Pair yield Indra plenteous nourishment: between them moves the golden One.
jajñāno harito vṛṣā viśvam ā bhāti rocanam haryaśvo haritaṃ dhatta āyudham ā vajram bāhvor harim
When born to life the golden Bull illumines all the realm of light. He takes his golden weapon, Lord of Tawny Steeds, the golden thunder in his arms.
indro haryantam arjunaṃ vajraṃ śukrair abhīvṛtam apāvṛṇoddharibhir adribhiḥ sutam ud gā haribhir ājata
The bright, the well-loved thunderbolt, girt with the bright, Indra disclosed, Disclosed the Soma juice pressed out by tawny stones, with tawny steeds drave forth the kine.