Rig Veda
pra te dhārā asaścato divo na yanti vṛṣṭayaḥ acchā vājaṃ sahasriṇam
Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven, To bring a thousand stores of strength.
abhi priyāṇi kāvyā viśvā cakṣāṇo arṣati haris tuñjāna āyudhā
He flows beholding on his way all well beloved sacred lore, Green-tinted, brandishing his, arms.
sa marmṛjāna āyubhir ibho rājeva suvrataḥ śyeno na vaṃsu ṣīdati
He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants. Sits as a falcon in the, wood.
sa no viśvā divo vasūto pṛthivyā adhi punāna indav ā bhara
So bring thou hitherward to us, Indu, while thou art purified, All treasures both of heaven and earth.