Rig Veda 5.61

ke ṣṭhā naraḥ śreṣṭhatamā ya eka eka āyaya paramasyāḥ parāvataḥ

O Heroes lordliest of all, who are ye that have singly come Forth from a region most remote?

kva vo 'śvāḥ kvābhīśavaḥ kathaṃ śeka kathā yaya pṛṣṭhe sado nasor yamaḥ

Where are your horses, where the reins? How came ye? how had ye the power? Rein was on nose and seat on back.

jaghane coda eṣāṃ vi sakthāni naro yamuḥ putrakṛthe na janayaḥ

The whip is laid upon the flank. The heroes stretch their thighs apart, Like women when the babe is born.

parā vīrāsa etana maryāso bhadrajānayaḥ agnitapo yathāsatha

Go ye, O Heroes, far away, ye bridegrooms with a lovely Spouse That ye may warm you at the fire.

sanat sāśvyam paśum uta gavyaṃ śatāvayam śyāvāśvastutāya yā dor vīrāyopabarbṛhat

May she gain cattle for her meed, hundreds of sheep and steeds and kine, Who threw embracing arms around the hero whom Gyavaiva praised.

uta tvā strī śaśīyasī puṃso bhavati vasyasī adevatrād arādhasaḥ

Yea, many a woman is more firm and better than the man who turns Away from Gods, and offers not.

vi yā jānāti jasuriṃ vi tṛṣyantaṃ vi kāminam devatrā kṛṇute manaḥ

She who discerns the weak and worn, the man who thirsts and is in want She sets her mind upon the Gods.

uta ghā nemo astutaḥ pumāṁ iti bruve paṇiḥ sa vairadeya it samaḥ

And yet full many a one, unpraised, mean niggard, is entitled man: Only in were gild is he such.

uta me 'rapad yuvatir mamanduṣī prati śyāvāya vartanim vi rohitā purumīﾱhāya yematur viprāya dīrghayaśase

And she, the young, the joyous-spirited, divulged the path to Syava, yea, to me. Two red steeds carried me to Purumilha's side, that sage of far-extended fame,

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Him who, like Vaidadasvi, like Taranta, hath bestowed on me A hundred cows in liberal gift.

ya īṃ vahanta āśubhiḥ pibanto madiram madhu atra śravāṃsi dadhire

They who are borne by rapid steeds, drinking the meath that gives delight, They have attained high glories here.

yeṣāṃ śriyādhi rodasī vibhrājante ratheṣv ā divi rukma ivopari

They by whose splendour both the worlds are over-spread they shine on cars As the gold gleams above in heaven.

yuvā sa māruto gaṇas tveṣaratho anedyaḥ śubhaṃyāvāpratiṣkutaḥ

That Marut band is ever young, borne on bright cars, unblamable, Moving to victory, checked by none.

ko veda nūnam eṣāṃ yatrā madanti dhūtayaḥ ṛtajātā arepasaḥ

Who knoweth, verily, of these where the All-shakers take delight, Born, spotless, after sacred Law?

yūyam martaṃ vipanyavaḥ praṇetāra itthā dhiyā śrotāro yāmahūtiṣu

Guides are ye, lovers of the song to mortal man through holy hymn, And hearers when he cries for help.

te no vasūni kāmyā puruścandrā riśādasaḥ ā yajñiyāso vavṛttana

Do ye, destroyers of the foe, worshipful and exceeding bright, Send down the treasures that we crave.

etam me stomam ūrmye dārbhyāya parā vaha giro devi rathīr iva

OUrmya, bear thou far away to Darbhya this my hymn of praise, Songs, Goddess, as if chariot-borne.

uta me vocatād iti sutasome rathavītau na kāmo apa veti me

From me to Rathaviti say, when he hath pressed the Soma juice, The wish I had departeth not.

eṣa kṣeti rathavītir maghavā gomatīr anu parvateṣv apaśritaḥ

This wealthy Rathaviti dwells among the people rich in kine, Among the mountains, far withdrawn.