Girded with the wind, they have donned ocher mud for a garment. So soon as the Gods have entered within them, they follow the wings of the wind, these silent ascetics.
Rig Veda X, 136, 2
Intoxicated, they say, by our austerities, we have taken the winds for our steeds. You ordinary mortals here below see nothing except our bodies.
Rig Veda X, 136, 3
He flies through midair, the silent ascetic, beholding the forms of all things. To every God he has made himself a friend and collaborator.
Rig Veda X, 136, 4
Ridden by the wind, companion of its blowing, pushed along by the Gods, he is at home in both seas, the East and the West–this silent ascetic.
Rig Veda X, 136, 5
He follows the track of all the spirits, of nymphs and the deer of the forest. Understanding their thoughts, bubbling with ecstasies, their appealing friend is he– the long-haired ascetic.
Rig Veda X, 136, 6
