Rig Veda 6.39

mandrasya kaver divyasya vahner vipramanmano vacanasya madhvaḥ apā nas tasya sacanasya deveṣo yuvasva gṛṇate goagrāḥ

Of this our charming, our celestial Soma, eloquent, wise, Priest, with inspired devotion, Of this thy close attendant, hast thou drunken. God, send the singer food with milk to grace it.

ayam uśānaḥ pary adrim usrā ṛtadhītibhir ṛtayug yujānaḥ rujad arugṇaṃ vi valasya sānum paṇīṃr vacobhir abhi yodhad indraḥ

Craving the kine, rushing against the mountain led on by Law, with holyminded comrades, He broke the never-broken ridge of Vala. With words of might Indra subdued the Panis.

ayaṃ dyotayad adyuto vy aktūn doṣā vastoḥ śarada indur indra imaṃ ketum adadhur nū cid ahnāṃ śucijanmana uṣasaś cakāra

This Indu lighted darksome nights, O Indra, throughout the years, at morning and at evening. Him have they stablished as the days' bright ensign. He made the Mornings to be born in splendour.

ayaṃ rocayad aruco rucāno 'yaṃ vāsayad vy ṛtena pūrvīḥ ayam īyata ṛtayugbhir aśvaiḥ svarvidā nābhinā carṣaṇiprāḥ

He shone and caused to shine the worlds that shone not. By Law he lighted up the host of Mornings. He moves with Steeds yoked by eternal Order, contenting men with nave that finds the sunlight.

nū gṛṇāno gṛṇate pratna rājann iṣaḥ pinva vasudeyāya pūrvīḥ apa oṣadhīr aviṣā vanāni gā arvato nṝn ṛcase rirīhi

Now, praised, O Ancient King! fill thou the singer with plenteous food that he may deal forth treasures. Give waters, herbs that have no poison, forests, and kine, and steeds, and men, to him who lauds thee.