The villagers likewise and all that walks or flies have gone to their rest. Even the hungry hawks are still.
Rig Veda X, 127, 5
Ward off wild beasts, the wolf and his mate or the robber, O Night undulating. May your passage bring us safely to the other side!
Rig Veda X, 127, 6
The shades of night enfold me now, arrayed in black apparel. Banish them, Dawn, like haunting debts!
Rig Veda X, 127, 7
O Daughter of Heaven, to you I direct my hymn like a precious offering. Accept it, O Night, as a paean of praise.
Rig Veda X, 127, 8
Be gracious, O Lord, to our approach, kindly as a friend or a father or a mother. Man oppresses his brother man. Consume all evil that plots against us.
Rig Veda III, 18, 1
