The Rig Veda/Mandala 2/Hymn 32
1. GRACIOUSLY further, O ye Heaven and Earth, this speech striving to win reward, of me your worshipper. First rank I give to you, Immortal, high extolled! I, fain to win me wealth, to you the migbty Pair. 2. Let not man's guile annoy us, secret or by day: give not us up a prey to these calamities. Sever not thou our friendship: think thereon for us. This, with a heart that longs for bliss, we seek from thee. 3. Bring hither with benignant mind the willing Cow teeming with plenteous milk, full, inexhaustible. O thou invoked by many, day by day I urge thee with my word, a charger rapid in his tread. 4. With eulogy I call on Raka swift to hear may she, auspicious, hear us, and herself observe. With never-breaking needle may she sew her work, and give a hero son most wealthy, meet for praise. 5. All thy kind thoughts, O Raka, lovely in their form, wherewith thou grantest wealth to him who offers gifts- With these come thou to us this day benevolent, O Blessed One, bestowing food of thousand sorts. 6. O broad-tressed Sinivali, thou who art the Sister of the Gods, Accept the offered sacrifice, and, Goddess, grant us progeny. 7. With lovely fingers, lovely arms, prolific Mother of many sons- Present the sacred gifts to her, to Sinlivali Queen of men. 8. Her, Sinivali, her, Gungu, her, Raka, her, Sarasvati, Indrani to mine aid I call, and Vartunani for my weal.