Rig Veda
ihopa yāta śavaso napātaḥ saudhanvanā ṛbhavo māpa bhūta asmin hi vaḥ savane ratnadheyaṃ gamantv indram anu vo madāsaḥ
Come hither, O ye Sons of Strength, ye Ribhus; stay not afar, ye Children of Sudhanvan. At this libation is your gift of treasure. Let gladdening draughts approach you after Indra's.
āgann ṛbhūṇām iha ratnadheyam abhūt somasya suṣutasya pītiḥ sukṛtyayā yat svapasyayā caṁ ekaṃ vicakra camasaṃ caturdhā
Hither is come the Ribhus' gift of riches; here was the drinking of the well-pressed Soma, Since by dexterity and skill as craftsmen ye made the single chalice to be fourfold
vy akṛṇota camasaṃ caturdhā sakhe vi śikṣety abravīta athaita vājā amṛtasya panthāṃ gaṇaṃ devānām ṛbhavaḥ suhastāḥ
Ye made fourfold the chalice that wag single: ye spake these words and said, O Friend, assist us; Then, Vajas! gained the path of life eternal, deft-handed Ribhus, to the Gods' assembly.
kimmayaḥ svic camasa eṣa āsa yaṃ kāvyena caturo vicakra athā sunudhvaṃ savanam madāya pāta ṛbhavo madhunaḥ somyasya
Out of what substance was that chalice fashioned which ye made fourfold by your art and wisdom? Now for the gladdening draught press out the liquor, and drink, O Ribhus, of die meath of Soma.
śacyākarta pitarā yuvānā śacyākarta camasaṃ devapānam śacyā harī dhanutarāv ataṣṭendravāhāv ṛbhavo vājaratnāḥ
Ye with your cunning made your Parents youthful; the cup, for Gods to drink, ye formed with cunning; With cunning, Ribhus, rich in treasure, fashioned the two swift Tawny Steeds who carry Indra.
yo vaḥ sunoty abhipitve ahnāṃ tīvraṃ vājāsaḥ savanam madāya tasmai rayim ṛbhavaḥ sarvavīram ā takṣata vṛṣaṇo mandasānāḥ
Whoso pours out for you, when days are closing, the sharp libation for your joy, O Vajas, For him, O mighty Ribhus, ye, rejoicing, have fashioned wealth with plenteous store of heroes.
prātaḥ sutam apibo haryaśva mādhyandinaṃ savanaṃ kevalaṃ te sam ṛbhubhiḥ pibasva ratnadhebhiḥ sakhīṃr yāṁ indra cakṛṣe sukṛtyā
Lord of Bay Steeds, at dawn the juice thou drankest: thine, only thine, is the noonday libation. Now drink thou with the wealth-bestowing Ribhus, whom for their skill thou madest friends, O Indra.
ye devāso abhavatā sukṛtyā śyenā ived adhi divi niṣeda te ratnaṃ dhāta śavaso napātaḥ saudhanvanā abhavatāmṛtāsaḥ
Ye, whom your artist skill hath raised to Godhead have set you down above in heaven like falcons. So give us riches, Children of Sudhanvan, O Sons of Strength; ye have become immortal.
yat tṛtīyaṃ savanaṃ ratnadheyam akṛṇudhvaṃ svapasyā suhastāḥ tad ṛbhavaḥ pariṣiktaṃ va etat sam madebhir indriyebhiḥ pibadhvam
The third libation, that bestoweth treasure, which ye have won by skill, ye dexterous-handed,- This drink hath been effused for you, O Ribhus . drink it with high delight, with joy like Indra's.