Rig Veda 6.35

kadā bhuvan rathakṣayāṇi brahma kadā stotre sahasrapoṣyaṃ dāḥ kadā stomaṃ vāsayo 'sya rāyā kadā dhiyaḥ karasi vājaratnāḥ

When shall our prayers rest in thy car beside thee? When dost thou give the singer food for thousands? When wilt thou clothe this poet's laud with plenty, and when wilt thou enrich our hymns with booty?

karhi svit tad indra yan nṛbhir nṝn vīrair vīrān nīﾱayāse jayājīn tridhātu gā adhi jayāsi goṣv indra dyumnaṃ svarvad dhehy asme

When wilt thou gatber men with men, O Indra, heroes with heroes, and prevail in combat? Thou shalt win triply kine in frays for cattle, so, Indra, give thou us celestial glory.

karhi svit tad indra yaj jaritre viśvapsu brahma kṛṇavaḥ śaviṣṭha kadā dhiyo na niyuto yuvāse kadā gomaghā havanāni gacchāḥ

Yea, when wilt thou, O Indra, thou Most Mighty, make the prayer all-sustaining for the singer? When wilt thou yoke, as we yoke songs, thy Horses, and come to offerings that bring wealth in cattle?

sa gomaghā jaritre aśvaścandrā vājaśravaso adhi dhehi pṛkṣaḥ pīpihīṣaḥ sudughām indra dhenum bharadvājeṣu suruco rurucyāḥ

Grant to the Singer food with store of cattle, splendid with horses and the fame of riches. Send food to swell the milch-cow good at milking: bright be its shine among the Bharadvajas.

tam ā nūnaṃ vṛjanam anyathā cicchūro yacchakra vi duro gṛṇīṣe mā nir araṃ śukradughasya dhenor āṅgirasān brahmaṇā vipra jinva

Lead otherwise this present foeman, Sakra! Hence art thou praised as Hero, foe destroyer Him who gives pure gifts may I praise unceasing. Sage, quicken the Angirases by devotion.