Rig Veda
imāṃ te dhiyam pra bhare maho mahīm asya stotre dhiṣaṇā yat ta ānaje tam utsave ca prasave ca sāsahim indraṃ devāsaḥ śavasāmadann anu
To thee the Mighty One I bring this mighty hymn, for thy desire hath been gratified by my laud. In Indra, yea in him victorious through his strength, the Gods have joyed at feast and when the Soma flowed.
asya śravo nadyaḥ sapta bibhrati dyāvākṣāmā pṛthivī darśataṃ vapuḥ asme sūryācandramasābhicakṣe śraddhe kam indra carato vitarturam
The Seven Rivers bear his glory far and wide, and heaven and sky and earth display his comely form. The Sun and Moon in change alternate run their course, that we, O Indra, may behold and may have faith.
taṃ smā ratham maghavan prāva sātaye jaitraṃ yaṃ te anumadāma saṃgame ājā na indra manasā puruṣṭuta tvāyadbhyo maghavañcharma yaccha naḥ
Maghavan, grant us that same car to bring us spoil, thy conquering car in which we joy in shock of fight. Thou, Indra, whom our hearts praise highly in the war, grant shelter, Maghavan, to us who love thee well.
vayaṃ jayema tvayā yujā vṛtam asmākam aṃśam ud avā bhare bhare asmabhyam indra varivaḥ sugaṃ kṛdhi pra śatrūṇām maghavan vṛṣṇyā ruja
Encourage thou our side in every fight: may we, with thee for our ally, conquer the foeman's host. Indra, bestow on us joy and felicity break down, O Maghavan, the vigour of our foes.
nānā hi tvā havamānā janā ime dhanānāṃ dhartar avasā vipanyavaḥ asmākaṃ smā ratham ā tiṣṭha sātaye jaitraṃ hīndra nibhṛtam manas tava
For here in divers ways these men invoking thee, holder of treasures, sing hymns to win thine aid. Ascend the car that thou mayest bring spoil to us, for, Indra, thy fixt winneth the victory.
akalpa indraḥ pratimānam ojasāthā janā vi hvayante siṣāsavaḥ
His arms win kine, his power is boundless in each act best, with a hundred helps waker of battle's din Is Indra: none may rival him in mighty strength. Hence, eager for the spoil the people call on him.
ut te śatān maghavann uc ca bhūyasa ut sahasrād ririce kṛṣṭiṣu śravaḥ amātraṃ tvā dhiṣaṇā titviṣe mahy adhā vṛtrāṇi jighnase purandara
Thy glory, Maghavan, exceeds a hundred yea, more than a hundred, than a thousand mid the folk, The great bowl hath inspirited thee boundlessly: so mayst thou slay the Vritras breaker-down of forts!
triviṣṭidhātu pratimānam ojasas tisro bhūmīr nṛpate trīṇi rocanā atīdaṃ viśvam bhuvanaṃ vavakṣithāśatrur indra januṣā sanād asi
Of thy great might there is a three counterpart, the three earths, Lord men and the three realms of light. Above this whole world, Indra, thou hast waxen great: without a foe art thou, nature, from of old.
tvāṃ deveṣu prathamaṃ havāmahe tvam babhūtha pṛtanāsu sāsahiḥ semaṃ naḥ kārum upamanyum udbhidam indraḥ kṛṇotu prasave ratham puraḥ
We invocate thee first among the Deities: thou hast become a mighty Conquer in fight. May Indra fill with spirit this our singer's heart, and make our car impetuous, foremost in attack.
tvaṃ jigetha na dhanā rurodhithārbheṣv ājā maghavan mahatsu ca tvām ugram avase saṃ śiśīmasy athā na indra havaneṣu codaya
Thou hast prevailed, and hast not kept the booty back, in trifling battles in those of great account. We make thee keen, the Mighty One, succour us: inspire us, Maghavan, when we defy the foe.
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.