Rig Veda
srakve drapsasya dhamataḥ sam asvarann ṛtasya yonā sam aranta nābhayaḥ trīn sa mūrdhno asuraś cakra ārabhe satyasya nāvaḥ sukṛtam apīparan
They from the spouting drop have sounded at the rim: naves speed together to the place of sacrifice. That Asura hath formed, to seize, three lofty heights. The ships of truth have borne the pious man across.
samyak samyañco mahiṣā aheṣata sindhor ūrmāv adhi venā avīvipan madhor dhārābhir janayanto arkam it priyām indrasya tanvam avīvṛdhan
The strong Steers, gathering, have duly stirred themselves, and over the stream's wave the friends sent forth the song. Engendering the hymn, with flowing streams of meath, Indra's dear body have they caused to wax in strength.
pavitravantaḥ pari vācam āsate pitaiṣām pratno abhi rakṣati vratam mahaḥ samudraṃ varuṇas tiro dadhe dhīrā icchekur dharuṇeṣv ārabham
With sanctifying gear they sit around the song: their ancient Father guards their holy work from harm. Varuna hath o'erspread the mighty sea of air. Sages had power to hold him in sustaining floods.
sahasradhāre 'va te sam asvaran divo nāke madhujihvā asaścataḥ asya spaśo na ni miṣanti bhūrṇayaḥ pade pade pāśinaḥ santi setavaḥ
Sweet-tongued, exhaustless, they have sent their voices down together, in heaven's vault that pours a thousand streams. His wildly-restless warders never close an eye: in every place are found the bonds that bind man last.
pitur mātur adhy ā ye samasvarann ṛcā śocantaḥ saṃdahanto avratān
O'er Sire and Mother they have roared in unison bright with the verse of praise, burning up riteless men, Blowing away with supernatural might from earth and from the heavens the swarthy skin which Indra hates.
pratnān mānād adhy ā ye samasvarañchlokayantrāso rabhasasya mantavaḥ apānakṣāso badhirā ahāsata ṛtasya panthāṃ na taranti duṣkṛtaḥ
Those which, as guides of song and counsellors of speed, were manifested from their ancient dwelling place,- From these the eyeless and the deaf have turned aside: the wicked travel not the pathway of the Law.
sahasradhāre vitate pavitra ā vācam punanti kavayo manīṣiṇaḥ rudrāsa eṣām iṣirāso adruha spaśaḥ svañcaḥ sudṛśo nṛcakṣasaḥ
What time the filter with a thousand streams is stretched, the thoughtful sages purify their song therein. Bright-coloured are their spies, vigorous, void of guile, excellent, fair to see, beholders of mankind.
ṛtasya gopā na dabhāya sukratus trī ṣa pavitrā hṛdy antar ā dadhe vidvān sa viśvā bhuvanābhi paśyaty avājuṣṭān vidhyati karte avratān
Guardian of Law, most wise, he may not be deceived: three Purifiers hath he set within his heart. With wisdom he beholds all creatures that exist: he drives into the pit the hated riteless ones.
ṛtasya tantur vitataḥ pavitra ā jihvāyā agre varuṇasya māyayā dhīrāś cit tat saminakṣanta āśatātrā kartam ava padāty aprabhuḥ
The thread of sacrifice spun in the cleansing sieve, on Varuna's tongue-tip, by supernatural might,- This, by their striving, have the prudent ones attained: he who hath not this power shall sink into the pit.