Rig Veda
yaś ciketa sa sukratur devatrā sa bravītu naḥ varuṇo yasya darśato mitro vā vanate giraḥ
Full wise is he who hath discerned: let him speak to us of the Gods,— The man whose praise-songs Varuṇa the beautiful, or Mitra, loves.
tā hi śreṣṭhavarcasā rājānā dīrghaśruttamā tā satpatī ṛtāvṛdha ṛtāvānā jane jane
For they are Kings of noblest might, of glorious fame most widely spread; Lords of the brave, who strengthen Law, the Holy Ones with every race.
tā vām iyāno 'vase pūrvā upa bruve sacā svaśvāsaḥ su cetunā vājāṁ abhi pra dāvane
Approaching you with prayer for aid, together I address you first We who have good steeds call on you, Most Sage, to give us strength besides.
mitro aṃhoś cid ād uru kṣayāya gātuṃ vanate mitrasya hi pratūrvataḥ sumatir asti vidhataḥ
E’en out of misery Mitra gives a way to dwelling at our case, For he who worships hath the grace of Mitra, fighter in the van. '
vayam mitrasyāvasi syāma saprathastame anehasas tvotayaḥ satrā varuṇaśeṣasaḥ
In Mitra's shelter that extends to utmost distance may we dwell, Unmenaced, guarded by the care, ever as sons of Varuṇa.
yuvam mitremaṃ janaṃ yatathaḥ saṃ ca nayathaḥ mā maghonaḥ pari khyatam mo asmākam ṛṣīṇāṃ gopīthe na uruṣyatam
Ye, Mitra, urge this people on, and to one end direct their ways. Neglect not ye the wealthy chiefs, neglect not us the Ṛṣis: be our guardians when ye quaff the milk.