Rig Veda
pavitraṃ te vitatam brahmaṇaspate prabhur gātrāṇi pary eṣi viśvataḥ ataptatanūr na tad āmo aśnute śṛtāsa id vahantas tat sam āśata
Spread is thy cleansing filter, Brahmanaspati: as Prince, thou enterest its limbs from every side. The raw, whose mass hath not been heated gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.
tapoṣ pavitraṃ vitataṃ divas pade śocanto asya tantavo vy asthiran avanty asya pavītāram āśavo divas pṛṣṭham adhi tiṣṭhanti cetasā
High in the seat of heaven is spread the Scorcher's sieve: its threads are standing separate, glittering with light. The Swift Ones favour him who purifieth this: with consciousness they stand upon the height of heaven.
arūrucad uṣasaḥ pṛśnir agriya ukṣā bibharti bhuvanāni vājayuḥ māyāvino mamire asya māyayā nṛcakṣasaḥ pitaro garbham ā dadhuḥ
The foremost spotted Steer hath made the Mornings shine, and yearning after strength sustains all things that be. By his high wisdom have the mighty Sages wrought: the Fathers who behold mankind laid down the germ,
gandharva itthā padam asya rakṣati pāti devānāṃ janimāny adbhutaḥ gṛbhṇāti ripuṃ nidhayā nidhāpatiḥ sukṛttamā madhuno bhakṣam āśata
Gandharva verily protects his dwelling place; Wondrous, he guards the generations of the Gods. Lord of the snare, he takes the foeman with the snare: those who are most devout have gained a share of meath.
havir haviṣmo mahi sadma daivyaṃ nabho vasānaḥ pari yāsy adhvaram rājā pavitraratho vājam āruhaḥ sahasrabhṛṣṭir jayasi śravo bṛhat
Rich in oblations! robed in cloud, thou compassest oblation, sacrifice, the mighty seat of Gods. King, on thy chariot-sieve thou goest up to war, and with a thousand weapons winnest lofty fame.