Unite him to his worshipers as a calf to its herd– this bringer of prosperity, producer of bliss which delights the Gods, doubly potent!
Rig Veda IX, 104, 2
Purify him who gives us power– a banquet, he, [most blessed One!], for our Friend and our Protector and all their attendants!
Rig Veda IX, 104, 3
Our songs have followed you like lowing cows, O procurer of treasure! We add to your flow a stream of milk, cream-hued to tawny.
Rig Veda IX, 104, 4
You, sacred Drop, are the master of ecstasies, favorite drink of the immortal Gods. Show us the path, O guide supreme!
Rig Veda IX, 104, 5
Drive far away the rapacious demon, whoever he may be! Drive far the godless, the Man who is false. Drive far all sorrow!
Rig Veda IX, 104, 6
