Rig-Veda, Book 7: HYMN XCVI. Sarasvatī

1. I SING a lofty song, for she is mightiest, most divine of Streams. Sarasvatī will I exalt with hymns and lauds, and, O Vasiṣṭha, Heaven and Earth. 2 When in the fulness of their strength the Pūrus dwell, Beauteous One, on thy two grassy banks, Favour us thou who hast the Maruts for thy friends: stir up the bounty of our chiefs. 3 So may Sarasvatī auspicious send good luck; she, rich in spoil, is never niggardly in thought, When praised in jamadagni's way and lauded as Vasiṣṭha lauds. 4 We call upon Sarasvān, as unmarried men who long for wives, As liberal men who yearn for sons. 5 Be thou our kind protector, O Sarasvān, with those waves of thine Laden with sweets and dropping oil. 6 May we enjoy Sarasvān's breast, all-beautiful, that swells with streams, May we gain food and progeny.