Rig Veda 7.96

I sing a lofty song, for she is mightiest, most divine of Streams. Sarasvati will I exalt with hymns and lauds, and, O Vasishtha, Heaven and Earth.

When in the fulness of their strength the Purus dwell, Beauteous One, on thy two grassy banks, Favour us thou who hast the Maruts for thy friends: stir up the bounty of our chiefs.

So may Sarasvati auspicious send good luck; she, rich in spoil, is never niggardly in thought, When praised in Jamadagni's way and lauded as Vasishtha lauds.

We call upon Sarasvan, as unmarried men who long for wives, As liberal men who yearn for sons.

Be thou our kind protector, O Sarasvan, with those waves of thine Laden with sweets and dropping oil.

May we enjoy Sarasvan's breast, all-beautiful, that swells with streams, May we gain food and progeny.