Rig Veda
eṣa dhiyā yāty aṇvyā śūro rathebhir āśubhiḥ gacchann indrasya niṣkṛtam
Through the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears, Going to Indra's special place.
eṣa purū dhiyāyate bṛhate devatātaye yatrāmṛtāsa āsate
In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of the Gods. Where the Immortals have their seat.
eṣa hito vi nīyate 'ntaḥ śubhrāvatā pathā yadī tuñjanti bhūrṇayaḥ
Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light The mettled steeds exert their strength.
eṣa śṛṅgāṇi dodhuvacchiśīte yūthyo vṛṣā nṛmṇā dadhāna ojasā
He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them Bull who leads the herd, Doing with might heroic deeds.
eṣa rukmibhir īyate vājī śubhrebhir aṃśubhiḥ patiḥ sindhūnām bhavan
He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold, Becoming Sovran of the streams.
eṣa vasūni pibdanā paruṣā yayivāṁ ati ava śādeṣu gacchati
He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed. Descends into the reservoirs.
etam mṛjanti marjyam upa droṇeṣv āyavaḥ pracakrāṇam mahīr iṣaḥ
Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified, Him who brings forth abundant food.
etam u tyaṃ daśa kṣipo mṛjanti sapta dhītayaḥ svāyudham madintamam
Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful, Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.