Rig Veda
pari dyukṣaḥ sanadrayir bharad vājaṃ no andhasā suvāno arṣa pavitra ā
Wealth-winner, dwelling in the sky, bringing us vigour with the juice, Flow to the filter when effused.
tava pratnebhir adhvabhir avyo vāre pari priyaḥ sahasradhāro yāt tanā
So, in thine ancient ways, may he, beloved, with a thousand streams Run o'er the fleecy straining-cloth.
carur na yas tam īṅkhayendo na dānam īṅkhaya vadhair vadhasnav īṅkhaya
Him who is like a caldron shake: O Indu, shake thy gift to us Shake it, armed Warrior! with thine arms.
ni śuṣmam indav eṣām puruhūta janānām yo asmāṁ ādideśati
Indu, invoked with many a prayer, bring down the vigour of these men, Of him who threatens us with war.
śataṃ na inda ūtibhiḥ sahasraṃ vā śucīnām pavasva maṃhayadrayiḥ
Indu, Wealth-giver, with thine help pour out for us a hundred, yea, A thousand of thy pure bright streams.