Rig Veda 10.139: SAVITAR, golden-haired, hath lifted eastward, bright With the sunbeams, his eternal lustre

SAVITAR, golden-haired, hath lifted eastward, bright With the sunbeams, his eternal lustre;
He in whose energy wise Pusan marches, surveying all existence like a herdsman.

Beholding men he sits amid the heaven filling the two world-halves and air's wide region.
He looks upon the rich far-spreading pastures between the eastern and the western limit.

He, root of wealth, the gatherer-up of treasures, looks with his might on every form and figure.
Savitar, like a God whose Law is constant, stands in the battle for the spoil like Indra.

Waters from sacrifice came to the Gandharva Visvavasu, O Soma, when they saw him.
Indra, approaching quickly, marked their going, and looked around upon the Sun's enclosures.

This song Visvavasu shall sing us, meter of air's mid-realm celestial Gandharva,
That we may know aright both truth and falsehood: may he inspire our thoughts and help our praises.

In the floods' track he found the booty seeker: the rocky cow-pen's doors he threw wide open.
These, the Gandharva told him, Rowed with Amrta. Indra knew well the puissance of the dragons.