The Sprite of the Forest never slays, unless one approaches in fury. One may eat at will of her luscious fruits and rest in her shade at one’s pleasure.
Rig Veda X, 146, 5
Adorned with fragrant perfumes and balms, she needs not to toil for her food. Mother of untamed forest beasts, Sprite of the wood, I salute you!
Rig Veda X, 146, 6
Gracious to us be the trembling earth, when struck by the fiery meteor. Gracious be the cows yielding red milk, gracious be the earth receding.
Atharva Veda XIX, 9, 8
Gracious be the constellations struck by the meteor, gracious incantations and all magic! Gracious to us be buried charms, the meteors and plagues that afflict us.
Atharva Veda XIX, 9, 9
Gracious to us be the stars and the moon, gracious the sun and Rahu, gracious be Death with his banner of smoke, gracious the powerful Rudras.
Atharva Veda XIX, 9, 10
