RV 28 (5)

2 Indra aids him who offers sacrifice and gifts: he takes not what is his, and gives him more thereto. 3 These are ne'er lost, no robber ever injures them: no evil−minded foe attempts to harass them. 4 The charger with his dusty brow o'ertakes them not, and never to the shambles do they take their way. 5 To me the Cows seem Bhaga, they seem Indra, they seem a portion of the first−poured Soma. 6 O Cows, ye fatten e'en the worn and wasted, and make the unlovely beautiful tolook on. 7 Crop goodly pasturage and be prolific drink pure sweet water at good drinking places. 8 Now let this close admixture be close intermigled with these Cows, 2 Him to whose hand, men closely cling, and drivers stand on his golden chariot firmly stationed. 3 Thy devotees embrace thy feet for glory. Bold, thunder−armed, rich, through thy strength, in guerdon, 4 That Soma when effused hath best consistence, for which the food is dressed and grain is mingled; 5 No limit of thy might hath been appointed, which by its greatness sundered earth and heaven. 6 So be the lofty Indra prompt to listen, Helper unaided, golden−visored Hero.