Rig Veda 1.100

sa yo vṛṣā vṛṣṇyebhiḥ samokā maho divaḥ pṛthivyāś ca samrāṭ satīnasatvā havyo bhareṣu marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

May he who hath his home with strength, the Mighty, the King supreme of earth and spacious heaven, Lord of true power, to he invoked in battles,—may Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

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Whose way is unattainable like Surya's: he in each fight is the strong Vritra-slayer, Mightiest with his Friends in his own courses. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

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Whose paths go forth in their great might resistless, forth milking, as it were, heaven's genial moisture. With manly strength triumphant, foe-subduer,—may Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

so aṅgirobhir aṅgirastamo bhūd vṛṣā vṛṣabhiḥ sakhibhiḥ sakhā san ṛgmibhir ṛgmī gātubhir jyeṣṭho marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

Among Angirases he was the chiefest, a Friend with friends, mighty amid the mighty. Praiser mid praisers, honoured most of singers. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

sa sūnubhir na rudrebhir ṛbhvā nṛṣāhye sāsahvāṁ amitrān sanīﾱebhiḥ śravasyāni tūrvan marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

Strong with the Rudras as with his own children, in manly battle conquering his foemen ' With his close comrades doing deeds of glory,—may Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

sa manyumīḥ samadanasya kartāsmākebhir nṛbhiḥ sūryaṃ sanat asminn ahan satpatiḥ puruhūto marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

Humbler of pride, exciter of the conflict, the Lord of heroes, God invoked of many, May he this day gain with our men the sunlight. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

tam ūtayo raṇayañchūrasātau taṃ kṣemasya kṣitayaḥ kṛṇvata trām sa viśvasya karuṇasyeśa eko marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

His help hath made him cheerer in the battle, the folk have made him guardian of their comfort. Sole Lord is he of every holy service. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

tam apsanta śavasa utsaveṣu naro naram avase taṃ dhanāya so andhe cit tamasi jyotir vidan marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

To him the Hero, on high days of prowess, heroes for help and booty shall betake them. He hath found light even in the blinding darkness. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

sa savyena yamati vrādhataś cit sa dakṣiṇe saṃgṛbhītā kṛtāni sa kīriṇā cit sanitā dhanāni marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

He with his left hand checketh even the mighty, and with his right hand gathereth up the booty. Even with the humble he acquireth riches. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

sa grāmebhiḥ sanitā sa rathebhir vide viśvābhiḥ kṛṣṭibhir nv adya sa pauṃsyebhir abhibhūr aśastīr marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

With hosts on foot and cars he winneth treasures: well is he known this day by all the people. With manly might he conquereth those who hate him. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

sa jāmibhir yat samajāti mīḍhe 'jāmibhir vā puruhūta evaiḥ apāṃ tokasya tanayasya jeṣe marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

When in his ways with kinsmen or with strangers he speedeth to the fight, invoked of many, For gain of waters, and of sons and grandsons, may Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

sa vajrabhṛd dasyuhā bhīma ugraḥ sahasracetāḥ śatanītha ṛbhvā camrīṣo na śavasā pāñcajanyo marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

Awful and fierce, fiend-slayer, thunder-wielder, with boundless knowledge, hymned by hundreds, mighty, In strength like Soma, guard of the Five Peoples, may Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

tasya vajraḥ krandati smat svarṣā divo na tveṣo ravathaḥ śimīvān taṃ sacante sanayas taṃ dhanāni marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

Winning the light, hitherward roars his thunder like the terrific mighty voice of Heaven. Rich gifts and treasures evermore attend him. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

yasyājasraṃ śavasā mānam uktham paribhujad rodasī viśvataḥ sīm sa pāriṣat kratubhir mandasāno marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

Whose home eternal through his strength surrounds him on every side, his laud, the earth and heaven, May he, delighted with our service, save us. May Indra, girt by Maruts, be our succour.

na yasya devā devatā na martā āpaś cana śavaso antam āpuḥ sa prarikvā tvakṣasā kṣmo divaś ca marutvān no bhavatv indra ūtī

The limit of whose power not Gods by Godhead, nor mortal men have reached, nor yet the Waters. Both Earth and Heaven in vigour he surpasseth. May Indra, girt by Maruts, he our succour.

rohicchyāvā sumadaṃśur lalāmīr dyukṣā rāya ṛjrāśvasya vṛṣaṇvantam bibhratī dhūrṣu ratham mandrā ciketa nāhuṣīṣu vikṣu

The red and tawny mare, blaze-marked, high standing, celestial who, to bring Rijrasva riches, Drew at the pole the chariot yoked with stallions, joyous, among the hosts of men was noted.

etat tyat ta indra vṛṣṇa ukthaṃ vārṣāgirā abhi gṛṇanti rādhaḥ ṛjrāśvaḥ praṣṭibhir ambarīṣaḥ sahadevo bhayamānaḥ surādhāḥ

The Varsagiras unto thee, O Indra, the Mighty One, sing forth this laud to please thee, Rijrasva with his fellows, Ambarisha, Suradhas, Sahadeva, Bhayamana.

dasyūñchimyūṃś ca puruhūta evair hatvā pṛthivyāṃ śarvā ni barhīt sanat kṣetraṃ sakhibhiḥ śvitnyebhiḥ sanat sūryaṃ sanad apaḥ suvajraḥ

He, much invoked, hath slain Dasyus and Simyus, after his wont, and laid them low with arrows. The mighty Thunderer with his fair-complexioned friends won the land, the sunlight, and the waters.

viśvāhendro adhivaktā no astv aparihvṛtāḥ sanuyāma vājam tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ

May Indra evermore be our protector, and unimperilled may we win the booty. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.