Rig Veda
garbhe nu sann anv eṣām avedam ahaṃ devānāṃ janimāni viśvā śatam mā pura āyasīr arakṣann adha śyeno javasā nir adīyam
I, As I lay within the womb, considered all generations of these Gods in order. A hundred iron fortresses confined me, but forth I flew with rapid speed a Falcon,
na ghā sa mām apa joṣaṃ jabhārābhīm āsa tvakṣasā vīryeṇa īrmā purandhir ajahād arātīr uta vātāṁ ataracchūśuvānaḥ
Not at his own free pleasure did he bear me: he conquered with his strength and manly courage. Straightway the Bold One left the fiends behind him and passed the winds as he grew yet more mighty.
ava yacchyeno asvanīd adha dyor vi yad yadi vāta ūhuḥ purandhim sṛjad yad asmā ava ha kṣipaj jyāṃ kṛśānur astā manasā bhuraṇyan
When with loud cry from heaven down sped the Falcon, thence hasting like the wind he bore the Bold One, Then, wildly raging in his mind, the archer Kṛiṣânu aimed and loosed the string to strike him.
ṛjipya īm indrāvato na bhujyuṃ śyeno jabhāra bṛhato adhi ṣṇoḥ antaḥ patat patatry asya parṇam adha yāmani prasitasya tad veḥ
The Falcon bore him from heaven's lofty summit as the swift car of Indra's Friend bore Bhujyu. Then downward hither fell a flying feather of the Bird hasting forward in his journey.
adha śvetaṃ kalaśaṃ gobhir aktam āpipyānam maghavā śukram andhaḥ adhvaryubhiḥ prayatam madhvo agram indro madāya prati dhat pibadhyai śūro madāya prati dhat pibadhyai
And now let Maghavan accept the beaker, white, filled with milk, filled with the shining liquid; The best of sweet meath which the priests have offered: that Indra to his joy may drink, the Hero, that he may take and drink it to his rapture.