Rig Veda
abhi priyāṇi pavate canohito nāmāni yahvo adhi yeṣu vardhate ā sūryasya bṛhato bṛhann adhi rathaṃ viṣvañcam aruhad vicakṣaṇaḥ
Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which the Youthful One grows great. The Mighty and Far-seeing One hath mounted now the mighty Surya's car which moves to every side.
ṛtasya jihvā pavate madhu priyaṃ vaktā patir dhiyo asyā adābhyaḥ dadhāti putraḥ pitror apīcyaṃ nāma tṛtīyam adhi rocane divaḥ
The Speaker, unassailable Master of this hymn, the Tongue of sacrifice pours forth the pleasant meath. Within the lustrous region of the heavens the Son makes the third secret name of Mother and of Sire.
ava dyutānaḥ kalaśāṁ acikradan nṛbhir yemānaḥ kośa ā hiraṇyaye abhīm ṛtasya dohanā anūṣatādhi tripṛṣṭha uṣaso vi rājati
Sending forth flashes he hath bellowed to the jars, led by the men into the golden reservoir. The milky streams of sacrifice have sung to him: he of the triple height shines brightly through the morns.
adribhiḥ suto matibhiś canohitaḥ prarocayan rodasī mātarā śuciḥ romāṇy avyā samayā vi dhāvati madhor dhārā pinvamānā dive dive
Pressed by the stones, with hymns, and graciously inclined, illuminating both the Parents, Heaven and Earth, He flows in ordered season onward through the flee, a current of sweet juice still swelling day by day.
pari soma pra dhanvā svastaye nṛbhiḥ punāno abhi vāsayāśiram ye te madā āhanaso vihāyasas tebhir indraṃ codaya dātave magham
Flow onward, Soma, flow to bring prosperity: cleansed by the men, invest thee with the milky draught. What gladdening drinks thou hast, foaming, exceeding strong, even with these incite Indra to give us wealth.