The rivers feel no weariness, they never cease from flowing.
They move swiftly like birds through the sky.
May the stream of my life flow into the river of righteousness.
May I be freed from the entanglement of my own failings:
Let not the thread of my song be cut while I sing;
and let not my work end before its fulfillment.
- The pre-Hindu Rig Veda (800 B.C.E.)