Rig Veda
eṣa u sya vṛṣā ratho 'vyo vārebhir arṣati gacchan vājaṃ sahasriṇam
This Steer, this Chariot, rushes through the woolen filter, as he goes To war that wins a thousand spoils.
etaṃ tritasya yoṣaṇo hariṃ hinvanty adribhiḥ indum indrāya pītaye
The Dames of Trita with the stones onward impel this Tawny One Indu to Indra for his drink.
etaṃ tyaṃ harito daśa marmṛjyante apasyuvaḥ yābhir madāya śumbhate
Ten active fingers carefully adorn him here; they make him bright And beauteous for the gladdening draught.
eṣa sya mānuṣīṣv ā śyeno na vikṣu sīdati gacchañ jāro na yoṣitam
He like a falcon settles down amid the families of men. Speeding like lover to his love.
eṣa sya madyo raso 'va caṣṭe divaḥ śiśuḥ ya indur vāram āviśat
This young exhilarating juice looks downward from its place in heaven, This Soma-drop that pierced the sieve.
eṣa sya pītaye suto harir arṣati dharṇasiḥ krandan yonim abhi priyam
Poured for the draught, this tawny juice flows forth, intelligent, crying out, Unto the well-beloved place.