Rig Veda
indraṃ viśvā avīvṛdhan samudravyacasaṃ giraḥ rathītamaṃ rathīnāṃ vājānāṃ satpatim patim
All sacred songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea, The best of warriors borne on cars, the Lord, the very Lord of strength.
sakhye ta indra vājino mā bhema śavasas pate tvām abhi pra ṇonumo jetāram aparājitam
Strong in thy friendship, Indra, Lord of power and might, we have no fear. We glorify with praises thee, the never-conquered conqueror.
pūrvīr indrasya rātayo na vi dasyanty ūtayaḥ yadī vājasya gomata stotṛbhyo maṃhate magham
The gifts of Indra from of old, his saving succours, never fail, When to the praise-singers he gives the boon of substance rich in kine.
purām bhindur yuvā kavir amitaujā ajāyata indro viśvasya karmaṇo dhartā vajrī puruṣṭutaḥ
Crusher of forts, the young, the wise, of strength unmeasured, was he born Sustainer of each sacred rite, Indra, the Thunderer, much-extolled.
tvaṃ valasya gomato 'pāvar adrivo bilam tvāṃ devā abibhyuṣas tujyamānāsa āviṣuḥ
Lord of the thunder, thou didst burst the cave of Vala rich in cows. The Gods came pressing to thy side, and free from terror aided thee,
tavāhaṃ śūra rātibhiḥ praty āyaṃ sindhum āvadan upātiṣṭhanta girvaṇo viduṣ ṭe tasya kāravaḥ
I, Hero, through thy bounties am come to the flood addressing thee. Song-lover, here the singers stand and testify to thee thereof.
māyābhir indra māyinaṃ tvaṃ śuṣṇam avātiraḥ viduṣ ṭe tasya medhirās teṣāṃ śravāṃsy ut tira
The wily Sushna, Indra! thou o'er-threwest with thy wondrous powers. The wise beheld this deed of thine: now go beyond their eulogies.
indram īśānam ojasābhi stomā anūṣata sahasraṃ yasya rātaya uta vā santi bhūyasīḥ
Our songs of praise have glorified Indra who ruleth by his might, Whose precious gifts in thousands come, yea, even more abundantly.