Rig Veda

Book 6, Hymn LVI. Pūṣan

1. WHOSO remembers Pūṣan as cater of mingled curd and meal
Need think no more upon the God.

2 And he is best of charioteers. Indra, the hero's Lord, allied
With him as Friend, destroys the foes.

3 And there the best of charioteers hath guided through the speckled cloud
The golden wheel of Sūra's car.

4 Whate’er we speak this day to thee, Wise, Wondrous God whom many praise,
Give thou fulfilment of our thought.

5 Lead on this company of ours, that longs for kine, to win the spoil:
Thou, Pūṣan, art renowned afar.

6 Prosperity we crave from thee, afar from sin and near to wealth,
Tending to perfect happiness both for to. morrow and to-day.