Rig Veda
ā gāvo agmann uta bhadram akran sīdantu goṣṭhe raṇayantv asme prajāvatīḥ pururūpā iha syur indrāya pūrvīr uṣaso duhānāḥ
The Kine have come and brought good fortune: let them rest in the cow-pen and be happy near us. Here let them stay prolific, many-coloured, and yield through many morns their milk for Indra.
indro yajvane pṛṇate ca śikṣaty uped dadāti na svam muṣāyati bhūyo bhūyo rayim id asya vardhayann abhinne khilye ni dadhāti devayum
Indra aids him who offers sacrifice and gifts: he takes not what is his, and gives him more thereto. Increasing ever more and ever more his wealth, he makes the pious dwell within unbroken bounds.
na tā naśanti na dabhāti taskaro nāsām āmitro vyathir ā dadharṣati devāṃś ca yābhir yajate dadāti ca jyog it tābhiḥ sacate gopatiḥ saha
These are ne'er lost, no robber ever injures them: no evil-minded foe attempts to harass them. The master of the Kine lives many a year with these, the Cows whereby he pours his gifts and serves the Gods.
na tā arvā reṇukakāṭo aśnute na saṃskṛtatram upa yanti tā abhi urugāyam abhayaṃ tasya tā anu gāvo martasya vi caranti yajvanaḥ
The charger with his dusty brow o'ertakes them not, and never to the shambles do they take their way. These Cows, the cattle of the pious worshipper, roam over widespread pasture where no danger is.
gāvo bhago gāva indro me acchān gāvaḥ somasya prathamasya bhakṣaḥ imā yā gāvaḥ sa janāsa indra icchāmīddhṛdā manasā cid indram
To me the Cows seem Bhaga, they seem Indra, they seem a portion of the first-poured Soma. These present Cows, they, O ye Indra. I long for Indra with my heart and spirit.
yūyaṃ gāvo medayathā kṛśaṃ cid aśrīraṃ cit kṛṇuthā supratīkam bhadraṃ gṛhaṃ kṛṇutha bhadravāco bṛhad vo vaya ucyate sabhāsu
O Cows, ye fatten e'en the worn and wasted, and make the unlovely beautiful tolook on. Prosper my house, ye with auspicious voices. Your power is glorified in our assemblies.
prajāvatīḥ sūyavasaṃ riśantīḥ śuddhā apaḥ suprapāṇe pibantīḥ mā va stena īśata māghaśaṃsaḥ pari vo hetī rudrasya vṛjyāḥ
Crop goodly pasturage and be prolific drink pure sweet water at good drinking places. Never be thief or sinful man your matter, and may the dart of Rudra still avoid you.
upedam upaparcanam āsu goṣūpa pṛcyatām upa ṛṣabhasya retasy upendra tava vīrye
Now let this close admixture be close intermigled with these Cows, Mixt with the Steer's prolific flow, and, Indra, with thy hero might.