Rig Veda
baﾱ itthā parvatānāṃ khidram bibharṣi pṛthivi pra yā bhūmim pravatvati mahnā jinoṣi mahini
Thou, of a truth, O Prithivi, bearest the tool that rends the hills: Thou rich in torrents, who with might quickenest earth, O Mighty One.
stomāsas tvā vicāriṇi prati ṣṭobhanty aktubhiḥ pra yā vājaṃ na heṣantam perum asyasy arjuni
To thee, O wanderer at will, ring out the lauds with beams of day, Who drivest, like a neighing steed, the swelling cloud, O bright of hue.
dṛﾱhā cid yā vanaspatīn kṣmayā dardharṣy ojasā yat te abhrasya vidyuto divo varṣanti vṛṣṭayaḥ
Who graspest with thy might on earth. e'en the strong sovrans of the wood, When from the lightning of thy cloud the rain-floods of the heaven descend.