Rig Veda
kanikranti harir ā sṛjyamānaḥ sīdan vanasya jaṭhare punānaḥ nṛbhir yataḥ kṛṇute nirṇijaṃ gā ato matīr janayata svadhābhiḥ
Loud neighs the Tawny Steed when started, settling deep in the wooden vessel while they cleanse him. Led by the men he takes the milk for raiment: then shall he, through his powers, engender praise-songs.
hariḥ sṛjānaḥ pathyām ṛtasyeyarti vācam ariteva nāvam
As one who rows drives on his boat, he, Gold-hued, sends forth his voice, loosed on the path of Order. As God, the secret names of Gods he utters, to be declared on sacred grass more widely.
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Hastening onward like the waves of waters, our holy hymns are pressing nigh to Soma. To him they come with lowly adoration, and, longing, enter him who longs to meet them.
tam marmṛjānam mahiṣaṃ na sānāv aṃśuṃ duhanty ukṣaṇaṃ giriṣṭhām taṃ vāvaśānam matayaḥ sacante trito bibharti varuṇaṃ samudre
They drain the stalk, the Steer who dwells on mountains, even as a Bull who decks him on the upland. Hymns follow and attend him as he bellows: Trita bears Varuna aloft in ocean.
iṣyan vācam upavakteva hotuḥ punāna indo vi ṣyā manīṣām indraś ca yat kṣayathaḥ saubhagāya suvīryasya patayaḥ syāma
Sending thy voice out as Director, loosen the Invoker's thought, O Indu, as they cleanse thee. While thou and Indra rule for our advantage, may we be masters of heroic vigour.