Rig Veda
daśa svasāro adhi sāno avye 'janti vahniṃ sadanāny accha
As for a chariot-race, the skillful Speaker, Chief, Sage, Inventor, hath, with song, been started. The sisters ten upon the fleecy summit drive on the Car-horse to the resting places.
vītī janasya divyasya kavyair adhi suvāno nahuṣyebhir induḥ pra yo nṛbhir amṛto martyebhir marmṛjāno 'vibhir gobhir adbhiḥ
The drop of Soma, pressed by wise Nahushyas, becomes the banquet of the Heavenly People- Indu, by hands of mortal men made beauteous, immortal, with the sheep and cows and waters.
vṛṣā vṛṣṇe roruvad aṃśur asmai pavamāno ruśad īrte payo goḥ sahasram ṛkvā pathibhir vacovid adhvasmabhiḥ sūro aṇvaṃ vi yāti
Steer roaring unto Steer, this Pavamana, this juice runs to the white milk of the milch-cow. Through thousand fine hairs goes the tuneful Singer, like Sura by his fair and open pathways.
rujā dṛﾱhā cid rakṣasaḥ sadāṃsi punāna inda ūrṇuhi vi vājān vṛścopariṣṭāt tujatā vadhena ye anti dūrād upanāyam eṣām
Break down the, strong seats even of the demons: cleansing thee, Indu, robe thyself in vigour. Rend with thy swift bolt, coming from above them, those who are near and those who yet are distant.
sa pratnavan navyase viśvavāra sūktāya pathaḥ kṛṇuhi prācaḥ ye duḥṣahāso vanuṣā bṛhantas tāṃs te aśyāma purukṛt purukṣo
Prepare the forward paths in ancient manner for the new hymn, thou Giver of all bounties. Those which are high and hard for foes to conquer may we gain from thee, Active! Food-bestower!
evā punāno apaḥ svar gā asmabhyaṃ tokā tanayāni bhūri śaṃ naḥ kṣetram uru jyotīṃṣi soma jyoṅ naḥ sūryaṃ dṛśaye rirīhi
So purifying thee vouchsafe us waters, heaven's light, and cows, offspring and many children. Give us health, ample land, and lights, O Soma, and grant us long to look upon the sunshine.