Rig Veda
praty agnir uṣasām agram akhyad vibhātīnāṃ sumanā ratnadheyam yātam aśvinā sukṛto duroṇam ut sūryo jyotiṣā deva eti
Agni hath looked, benevolently-minded, on the wealth-giving spring of radiant Mornings. Come, Asvins, to the dwelling of the pious: Surya the God is rising with his splendour.
ūrdhvam bhānuṃ savitā devo aśred drapsaṃ davidhvad gaviṣo na satvā anu vrataṃ varuṇo yanti mitro yat sūryaṃ divy ārohayanti
Savitar, God, hath spread on high his lustre, waving his flag like a spoil-seeking hero. Their stablished way go Varuna and Mitra, what time they make the Sun ascend the heaven.
yaṃ sīm akṛṇvan tamase vipṛce dhruvakṣemā anavasyanto artham taṃ sūryaṃ haritaḥ sapta yahvī spaśaṃ viśvasya jagato vahanti
Him whom they made to drive away the darkness, Lords of sure mansions, constant to their object, Him who beholds the universe, the Sun-God, seven strong and youthful Coursers carry onward.
vahiṣṭhebhir viharan yāsi tantum avavyayann asitaṃ deva vasma davidhvato raśmayaḥ sūryasya carmevāvādhus tamo apsv antaḥ
Spreading thy web with mightiest Steeds thou comest, rending apart, thou God, the black-hued mantle. The rays of Surya tremulously shining sink, like a hide, the darkness in the waters.
anāyato anibaddhaḥ kathāyaṃ nyaṅṅ uttāno 'va padyate na kayā yāti svadhayā ko dadarśa diva skambhaḥ samṛtaḥ pāti nākam
How is it that, unbound and not supported, he falleth not although directed downward? By what self power moves he? Who hath seen it? He guards the vault of heaven, a close-set pillar.