Rig Veda
gāyanti tvā gāyatriṇo 'rcanty arkam arkiṇaḥ brahmāṇas tvā śatakrata ud vaṃśam iva yemire
The chanters hymn thee, they who say the word of praise magnify thee. The priests have raised thee up on high, O Satakratu, like a pole.
yat sānoḥ sānum āruhad bhūry aspaṣṭa kartvam tad indro arthaṃ cetati yūthena vṛṣṇir ejati
As up he clomb from ridge to ridge and looked upon the toilsome task, Indra observes this wish of his, and the Rain hastens with his troop.
yukṣvā hi keśinā harī vṛṣaṇā kakṣyaprā athā na indra somapā girām upaśrutiṃ cara
Harness thy pair of strong bay steeds, long-maned, whose bodies fill the girths, And, Indra, Soma-drinker, come to listen to our songs of praise.
ehi stomāṁ abhi svarābhi gṛṇīhy ā ruva brahma ca no vaso sacendra yajñaṃ ca vardhaya
Come hither, answer thou the song, sing in approval, cry aloud. Good Indra, make our prayer succeed, and prosper this our sacrifice.
uktham indrāya śaṃsyaṃ vardhanam puruniṣṣidhe śakro yathā suteṣu ṇo rāraṇat sakhyeṣu ca
To Indra must a laud be said, to strengthen him who freely gives, That Sakra may take pleasure in our friendship and drink-offerings.
tam it sakhitva īmahe taṃ rāye taṃ suvīrye sa śakra uta naḥ śakad indro vasu dayamānaḥ
Him, him we seek for friendship, him for riches and heroic might. For Indra, he is Sakra, he shall aid us while he gives us wealth.
suvivṛtaṃ sunirajam indra tvādātam id yaśaḥ gavām apa vrajaṃ vṛdhi kṛṇuṣva rādho adrivaḥ
Easy to turn and drive away, Indra, is spoil bestowed by thee. Unclose the stable of the kine, and give us wealth O Thunder-armed
nahi tvā rodasī ubhe ṛghāyamāṇam invataḥ jeṣaḥ svarvatīr apaḥ saṃ gā asmabhyaṃ dhūnuhi
The heaven and earth contain thee not, together, in thy wrathful mood. Win us the waters of the sky, and send us kine abundantly.
āśrutkarṇa śrudhī havaṃ nū cid dadhiṣva me giraḥ indra stomam imam mama kṛṣvā yujaś cid antaram
Hear, thou whose ear is quick, my call; take to thee readily my songs O Indra, let this laud of mine come nearer even than thy friend.
vidmā hi tvā vṛṣantamaṃ vājeṣu havanaśrutam vṛṣantamasya hūmaha ūtiṃ sahasrasātamām
We know thee mightiest of all, in battles hearer of our cry. Of thee most mighty we invoke the aid that giveth thousandfold.
ā tū na indra kauśika mandasānaḥ sutam piba navyam āyuḥ pra sū tira kṛdhī sahasrasām ṛṣim
O Indra, Son of Kusika, drink our libation with delight. Prolong our life anew, and cause the seer to win a thousand gifts.
pari tvā girvaṇo gira imā bhavantu viśvataḥ vṛddhāyum anu vṛddhayo juṣṭā bhavantu juṣṭayaḥ
Lover of song, may these our songs on every side encompass thee: Strengthening thee of lengthened life, may they be dear delights to thee.