The Rig Veda — Mandala 1, Hymn 140 (1896)
“ The maidens with long, tresses hold him in embrace; dead, they rise up again to meet the Living One. Releasing them from age with a loud roar he comes, filling them with new spirit, living, unsubdued. 9. Licking the mantle of the Mother, far and wide he wanders over fields with beasts that flee apace. Strengthening all that walk, licking up all around, a blackened path, forsooth, he leaves where'er he goes. 10. O Agni, shine resplendent with our wealthy chiefs, like a loud-snorting bull, accustomed to the house. ”
