Rig-Veda, Book 6: HYMN LIII. Pūṣan

1. LORD of the path, O Pūṣan, we have yoked and bound thee to our hymn, Even as a car, to win the prize. 2 Bring us the wealth that men require, a manly master of a house, Free-handed with the liberal meed. 3 Even him who would not give, do thou, O glowing Pūṣan, urge to give, And make the niggard's soul grow soft. 4 Clear paths that we may win the prize; scatter our enemies afar. Strong God, be all our thoughts fulfilled. 5 Penetrate with an awl, O Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls, And make them subject to our will. 6 Thrust with thine awl, O Pūṣan: seek that which the niggard's heart holds dear, And make him subject to our will. 7 Tear up and read in pieces, Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls, And make them subject to our will. 8 Thou, glowing Pūṣan, carriest an awl that urges men to prayer; Therewith do thou tear up and rend to shreds the heart of every one. 9 Thou bearest, glowing Lord! a goad with horny point that guides the cows Thence do we seek thy gift of bliss. 10 And make this hymn of ours produce kine, horses, and a store of wealth For our delight and use as men.