Rig Veda
pro sya vahniḥ pathyābhir asyān divo na vṛṣṭiḥ pavamāno akṣāḥ sahasradhāro asadan ny asme mātur upasthe vana ā ca somaḥ
This Chariot-horse hath moved along the pathways, and Pavamana flowed like rain from heaven. With us hath Soma with a thousand currents sunk in the wood, upon his Mother's bosom.
rājā sindhūnām avasiṣṭa vāsa ṛtasya nāvam āruhad rajiṣṭhām apsu drapso vāvṛdhe śyenajūto duha īm pitā duha īm pitur jām
King, he hath clothed him in the robe of rivers, mounted the straightest-going ship of Order. Sped by the Hawk the drop hath waxed in waters: the father drains it, drains the Father's offspring.
siṃhaṃ nasanta madhvo ayāsaṃ harim aruṣaṃ divo asya patim śūro yutsu prathamaḥ pṛcchate gā asya cakṣasā pari pāty ukṣā
They come to him, red, tawny, Lord of Heaven, the watchful Guardian of the meath, the Lion. First, Hero in the fight, he seeks the cattle, and with his eye the Steer is our protector.
madhupṛṣṭhaṃ ghoram ayāsam aśvaṃ rathe yuñjanty urucakra ṛṣvam svasāra īṃ jāmayo marjayanti sanābhayo vājinam ūrjayanti
They harness to the broad-wheeled car the mighty Courser whose back bears meath, unwearied, awful. The twins, the sisters brighten him, and strengthen-these children of one dame the vigorous Racer.
catasra īṃ ghṛtaduhaḥ sacante samāne antar dharuṇe niṣattāḥ tā īm arṣanti namasā punānās tā īṃ viśvataḥ pari ṣanti pūrvīḥ
Four pouring out the holy oil attend him, sitting together in the same container. To him they flow, when purified, with homage, and still, from every side, are first about him.
viṣṭambho divo dharuṇaḥ pṛthivyā viśvā uta kṣitayo haste asya asat ta utso gṛṇate niyutvān madhvo aṃśuḥ pavata indriyāya
He is the buttress of the heavens, supporter of earth, and in his hand are all the people. Be the team's Lord a well to thee the singer: cleansed is the sweet plant's stalk for deed of glory.
vanvann avāto abhi devavītim indrāya soma vṛtrahā pavasva śagdhi mahaḥ puruścandrasya rāyaḥ suvīryasya patayaḥ syāma
Fighting, uninjured come where Gods are feasted; Soma, as Vitra-slayer flow for Indra. Vouchsafe us ample riches very splendid may we be masters of heroic vigour.