Then as the vital breath was about to depart, he uprooted the organs from their places just as a noble horse tears up the pegs to which its feet are tied. They came to him and said: Revered Sir, be thou our lord; thou art the best among us. Do not depart from us.
Sama Veda, Chandogya Upanishad V, I – The Supremacy of the Prana, 12
These Cows shall not be lost, no robber shall harm them, no enemy dare to mislead them. With the man who sacrifices and offers to the Gods the lord of the Cows will long tarry.
Rig Veda VI, 28, 3
The swift horse, raising the dust, does not catch them. Never do they go to the shambles. The Cows of the man who sacrifices roam on wide-extending pastures of fearlessness.
Rig Veda VI, 28, 4
The Cows are Bhaga, the Cows are Indra, or a first-poured draught of Soma. Truly these Cows are Indra, my brothers, Indra for whom my soul yearns!
Rig Veda VI, 28, 5
You make, O Cows, the thin man sleek; to the unlovely you bring beauty. Rejoice our homestead with pleasant lowing. In our assemblies we laud your vigor.
Rig Veda VI, 28, 6
