Rig Veda
varuṇaṃ vo riśādasam ṛcā mitraṃ havāmahe pari vrajeva bāhvor jaganvāṃsā svarṇaram
You, foeman-slaying Varuna and Mitra, we invoke with song, Who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm of light.
tā bāhavā sucetunā pra yantam asmā arcate śevaṃ hi jāryaṃ vāṃ viśvāsu kṣāsu joguve
Stretch out your arms with favouring love unto this man who singeth hymns, For in all places is sung forth your ever gracious friendliness.
yan nūnam aśyāṃ gatim mitrasya yāyām pathā asya priyasya śarmaṇy ahiṃsānasya saścire
That I may gain a refuge now, may my steps be on Mitra's path. Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms us not.
yuvābhyām mitrāvaruṇopamaṃ dheyām ṛcā yaddha kṣaye maghonāṃ stotṝṇāṃ ca spūrdhase
Mitra and Varuna, from you may I, by song, win noblest meed. That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and those who praise.
ā no mitra sudītibhir varuṇaś ca sadhastha ā sve kṣaye maghonāṃ sakhīnāṃ ca vṛdhase
With your fair splendours, Varuna and Mitra, to our gathering come, That in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your friends may thrive.
yuvaṃ no yeṣu varuṇa kṣatram bṛhac ca bibhṛthaḥ uru ṇo vājasātaye kṛtaṃ rāye svastaye
With those, moreover, among whom ye hold your high supremacy, Vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity and wealth.
ucchantyām me yajatā devakṣatre ruśadgavi sutaṃ somaṃ na hastibhir ā paḍbhir dhāvataṃ narā bibhratāv arcanānasam
When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the Gods' realm where white Cows shine, Supporting Archananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active feet hither to my pressed Soma juice.