Rig Veda
svādiṣṭhayā madiṣṭhayā pavasva soma dhārayā indrāya pātave sutaḥ
In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, Pressed out for Indra, for his drink.
rakṣohā viśvacarṣaṇir abhi yonim ayohatam druṇā sadhastham āsadat
Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto His place, his iron-fashioned home.
varivodhātamo bhava maṃhiṣṭho vṛtrahantamaḥ parṣi rādho maghonām
Be thou best Vritra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal: Promote our wealthy princes' gifts.
abhy arṣa mahānāṃ devānāṃ vītim andhasā abhi vājam uta śravaḥ
Flow onward with thy juice unto the banquet of the Mighty Gods: Flow hither for our strength and fame.
tvām acchā carāmasi tad id arthaṃ dive dive indo tve na āśasaḥ
O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day: To thee alone our prayers are said
punāti te parisrutaṃ somaṃ sūryasya duhitā vāreṇa śaśvatā tanā
By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's Daughter purify Thy Soma that is foaming forth.
tam īm aṇvīḥ samarya ā gṛbhṇanti yoṣaṇo daśa svasāraḥ pārye divi
Ten sister maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold Him firmly on the final day.
tam īṃ hinvanty agruvo dhamanti bākuraṃ dṛtim tridhātu vāraṇam madhu
The virgins send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse The triple foe-repelling meath.
abhīmam aghnyā uta śrīṇanti dhenavaḥ śiśum somam indrāya pātave
Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink, The fresh young Soma with their milk.
asyed indro madeṣv ā viśvā vṛtrāṇi jighnate śūro maghā ca maṃhate
In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vritras: he, The Hero, pours his wealth on us.