Rig Veda
vi hy akhyam manasā vasya icchann indrāgnī jñāsa uta vā sajātān nānyā yuvat pramatir asti mahyaṃ sa vāṃ dhiyaṃ vājayantīm atakṣam
Longing for weal I looked around, in spirit, for kinsmen, Indra-Agni, or for brothers. No providence but yours alone is with me so have I wrought for you this hymn for succour.
aśravaṃ hi bhūridāvattarā vāṃ vijāmātur uta vā ghā syālāt athā somasya prayatī yuvabhyām indrāgnī stomaṃ janayāmi navyam
For I have heard that ye give wealth more freely than worthless son-in-law or spouse's brother. So offering to you this draught of Soma, I make you this new hymn, Indra and Agni,
mā chedma raśmīṃr iti nādhamānāḥ pitṝṇāṃ śaktīr anuyacchamānāḥ
Let us not break the cords: with this petition we strive to gain the powers of our forefathers. For Indra-Agni the strong drops are joyful, for here in the bowl's lap are both the press-stones.
yuvābhyāṃ devī dhiṣaṇā madāyendrāgnī somam uśatī sunoti tāv aśvinā bhadrahastā supāṇī ā dhāvatam madhunā pṛṅktam apsu
For you the bowl divine, Indra and Agni, presses the Soma gladly to delight you. With hands auspicious and fair arms, ye Asvins, haste, sprinkle it with sweetness in the waters.
yuvām indrāgnī vasuno vibhāge tavastamā śuśrava vṛtrahatye tāv āsadyā barhiṣi yajñe asmin pra carṣaṇī mādayethāṃ sutasya
You, I have heard, were mightiest, Indra-Agni, when Vritra fell and when the spoil was parted. Sit at this sacrifice, ye ever active, on the strewn grass, and with the juice delight you.
pra carṣaṇibhyaḥ pṛtanāhaveṣu pra pṛthivyā riricāthe divaś ca pra sindhubhyaḥ pra giribhyo mahitvā prendrāgnī viśvā bhuvanāty anyā
Surpassing all men where they shout for battle, ye Twain exceed the earth and heaven in greatness. Greater are ye than rivers and than mountains, O Indra-Agni, and all things beside them.
ā bharataṃ śikṣataṃ vajrabāhū asmāṁ indrāgnī avataṃ śacībhiḥ ime nu te raśmayaḥ sūryasya yebhiḥ sapitvam pitaro na āsan
Bring wealth and give it, ye whose arms wield thunder: Indra and Agni, with your powers protect us. Now of a truth these be the very sunbeams wherewith our fathers were of old united.
purandarā śikṣataṃ vajrahastāsmāṁ indrāgnī avatam bhareṣu tan no mitro varuṇo māmahantām aditiḥ sindhuḥ pṛthivī uta dyauḥ
Give, ye who shatter forts, whose hands wield thunder: Indra and Agni, save us in our battles. This prayer of ours may Varuna grant, and Mitra, and Aditi and Sindhu, Earth and Heaven.