Rig Veda
ā vo vāhiṣṭho vahatu stavadhyai ratho vājā ṛbhukṣaṇo amṛktaḥ abhi tripṛṣṭhaiḥ savaneṣu somair made suśiprā mahabhiḥ pṛṇadhvam
Let your best-bearing car that must be lauded, ne'er injured, bring you Vajas and Ribhukshans. Fill you, fair-helmeted! with mighty Soma, thrice-mixed, at our libations to delight you.
yūyaṃ ha ratnam maghavatsu dhattha svardṛśa ṛbhukṣaṇo amṛktam saṃ yajñeṣu svadhāvantaḥ pibadhvaṃ vi no rādhāṃsi matibhir dayadhvam
Ye who behold the light of heaven, Ribhukshans, give our rich patrons unmolested riches. Drink, heavenly-natured. at our sacrifices, and give us bounties for the hymns we sing you.
uvocitha hi maghavan deṣṇam maho arbhasya vasuno vibhāge
For thou, O Bounteous One, art used to giving, at parting treasure whether small or ample. Filled full are both thine arms with great possessions: thy goodness keeps thee not from granting riches.
tvam indra svayaśā ṛbhukṣā vājo na sādhur astam eṣy ṛkvā vayaṃ nu te dāśvāṃsaḥ syāma brahma kṛṇvanto harivo vasiṣṭhāḥ
Indra, high-famed, as Vaja and Ribhukshans, thou goest working, singing to the dwelling. Lord of Bay Steeds, this day may we Vasishthas offer our prayers to thee and bring oblations.
sanitāsi pravato dāśuṣe cid yābhir viveṣo haryaśva dhībhiḥ vavanmā nu te yujyābhir ūtī kadā na indra rāya ā daśasyeḥ
Thou winnest swift advancement for thy servant, through hymns, Lord of Bay Steeds, which thou hast favoured. For thee with friendly succour have we battled, and when, O Indra, wilt thou grant us riches?
vāsayasīva vedhasas tvaṃ naḥ kadā na indra vacaso bubodhaḥ astaṃ tātyā dhiyā rayiṃ suvīram pṛkṣo no arvā ny uhīta vājī
To us thy priests a home, as 'twere, thou givest: when, Indra wilt thou recognize our praises? May thy strong Steed, through our ancestral worship, bring food and wealth with heroes to our dwelling.
abhi yaṃ devī nirṛtiś cid īśe nakṣanta indraṃ śaradaḥ supṛkṣaḥ upa tribandhur jaradaṣṭim ety asvaveśaṃ yaṃ kṛṇavanta martāḥ
Though Nirriti the Goddess reigneth round him, Autumns with food in plenty come to Indra. With three close Friends to length of days he cometh, he whom men let not rest at home in quiet.
ā no rādhāṃsi savita stavadhyā ā rāyo yantu parvatasya rātau sadā no divyaḥ pāyuḥ siṣaktu yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
Promise us gifts, O Savitar: may riches come unto us in Parvata's full bounty. May the Celestial Guardian still attend us. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.