Rig Veda
ā haryatāya dhṛṣṇave dhanus tanvanti pauṃsyam śukrāṃ vayanty asurāya nirṇijaṃ vipām agre mahīyuvaḥ
They for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow: joyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine.
adha kṣapā pariṣkṛto vājāṁ abhi pra gāhate yadī vivasvato dhiyo hariṃ hinvanti yātave
And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food', What time the sacrificer's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued.
tam asya marjayāmasi mado ya indrapātamaḥ yaṃ gāva āsabhir dadhuḥ purā nūnaṃ ca sūrayaḥ
We cleanse this gladdening drink of his the juice which Indra chiefly drinks—- That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.
taṃ gāthayā purāṇyā punānam abhy anūṣata uto kṛpanta dhītayo devānāṃ nāma bibhratīḥ
To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise: And sacred songs which bear the names of Gods have supplicated him.
tam ukṣamāṇam avyaye vāre punanti dharṇasim dūtaṃ na pūrvacittaya ā śāsate manīṣiṇaḥ
They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve. Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.
sa punāno madintamaḥ somaś camūṣu sīdati paśau na reta ādadhat patir vacasyate dhiyaḥ
Soma, best Cheerer, takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls. He as it were impregns the cow, and babbles on, the Lord of Song.
sa mṛjyate sukarmabhir devo devebhyaḥ sutaḥ vide yad āsu saṃdadir mahīr apo vi gāhate
He is effused and beautified, a God for Gods, by skillful men. He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.
suta indo pavitra ā nṛbhir yato vi nīyase indrāya matsarintamaś camūṣv ā ni ṣīdasi
Pressed, Indu, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve. Thou, yielding Indra highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.