Rig Veda
kad itthā nṝṃḥ pātraṃ devayatāṃ śravad giro aṅgirasāṃ turaṇyan pra yad ānaḍ viśa ā harmyasyoru kraṃsate adhvare yajatraḥ
When Will men's guardians hasting hear with favour the song of Angiras's pious children? When to the people of the home he cometh he strideth to the sacrifice, the Holy.
stambhīddha dyāṃ sa dharuṇam pruṣāyad ṛbhur vājāya draviṇaṃ naro goḥ anu svajām mahiṣaś cakṣata vrām menām aśvasya pari mātaraṃ goḥ
He stablished heaven; he poured forth, skilful worker, the wealth of kine, for strength, that nurtures heroes. The Mighty One his self-born host regarded, the horse's mate, the mother of the heifer.
nakṣaddhavam aruṇīḥ pūrvyaṃ rāṭ turo viśām aṅgirasām anu dyūn takṣad vajraṃ niyutaṃ tastambhad dyāṃ catuṣpade naryāya dvipāde
Lord of red dawns, he came victorious, daily to the Angirases' former invocation. His bolt and team hath he prepared, and stablished the heaven for quadrupeds and men two-footed.
asya made svaryaṃ dā ṛtāyāpīvṛtam usriyāṇām anīkam yaddha prasarge trikakum nivartad apa druho mānuṣasya duro vaḥ
In joy of this thou didst restore, for worship, the lowing company of hidden cattle. When the three-pointed one descends with onslaught he opens wide the doors that cause man trouble.
tubhyam payo yat pitarāv anītāṃ rādhaḥ suretas turaṇe bhuraṇyū śuci yat te rekṇa āyajanta sabardughāyāḥ paya usriyāyāḥ
Thine is that milk which thy swift-moving Parents brought down, a strengthening genial gift for conquest; When the pure treasure unto thee they offered, the milk shed from the cow who streameth nectar.
adha pra jajñe taraṇir mamattu pra rocy asyā uṣaso na sūraḥ indur yebhir āṣṭa sveduhavyaiḥ sruveṇa siñcañ jaraṇābhi dhāma
There is he born. May the Swift give us rapture, and like the Sun shine forth from yonder dawning, Indu, even us who drank, whose toils are offerings, poured from the spoon, with praise, upon the altar.
svidhmā yad vanadhitir apasyāt sūro adhvare pari rodhanā goḥ yaddha prabhāsi kṛtvyāṁ anu dyūn anarviśe paśviṣe turāya
When the wood-pile, made of good logs, is ready, at the Sun's worship to bind fast the Bullock, Then when thou shinest forth through days of action for the Car-borne, the Swift, the Cattle-seeker.
aṣṭā maho diva ādo harī iha dyumnāsāham abhi yodhāna utsam hariṃ yat te mandinaṃ dukṣan vṛdhe gorabhasam adribhir vātāpyam
Eight steeds thou broughtest down from mighty heaven, when fighting for the well that giveth splendour, That men might press with stones the gladdening yellow, strengthened with milk, fermenting, to exalt thee.
tvam āyasam prati vartayo gor divo aśmānam upanītam ṛbhvā kutsāya yatra puruhūta vanvañchuṣṇam anantaiḥ pariyāsi vadhaiḥ
Thou hurledst forth from heaven the iron missile, brought by the Skilful, from the sling of leather, When thou, O Much-invoked, assisting Kutsa with endless deadly darts didst compass Sushna.
purā yat sūras tamaso apītes tam adrivaḥ phaligaṃ hetim asya śuṣṇasya cit parihitaṃ yad ojo divas pari sugrathitaṃ tad ādaḥ
Bolt-armed, ere darkness overtook the sunlight, thou castest at the veiling cloud thy weapon, Thou rentest, out of heaven, though firmly knotted, the might of Sushna that was thrown around him.
anu tvā mahī pājasī acakre dyāvākṣāmā madatām indra karman tvaṃ vṛtram āśayānaṃ sirāsu maho vajreṇa siṣvapo varāhum
The mighty Heaven and Earth, those bright expanses that have no wheels, joyed, Indra, at thine exploit. Vritra, the boar who lay amid the waters, to sleep thou sentest with thy mighty thunder.
tvam indra naryo yāṁ avo nṝn tiṣṭhā vātasya suyujo vahiṣṭhān yaṃ te kāvya uśanā mandinaṃ dād vṛtrahaṇam pāryaṃ tatakṣa vajram
Mount Indra, lover of the men thou guardest, the well-yoked horses of the wind, best bearers. The bolt which Kavya Usana erst gave thee, strong, gladdening, Vritra-slaying, hath he fashioned.
tvaṃ sūro harito rāmayo nṝn bharac cakram etaśo nāyam indra prāsya pāraṃ navatiṃ nāvyānām api kartam avartayo 'yajyūn
The strong Bay Horses of the Sun thou stayedst: this Etasa drew not the wheel, O Indra. Casting them forth beyond the ninety rivers thou dravest down into the pit the godless.
tvaṃ no asyā indra durhaṇāyāḥ pāhi vajrivo duritād abhīke pra no vājān rathyo aśvabudhyān iṣe yandhi śravase sūnṛtāyai
Indra, preserve thou us from this affliction Thunder-armed, save us from the misery near us. Vouchsafe us affluence in chariots, founded on horses, for our food and fame and gladness.
mā sā te asmat sumatir vi dasad vājapramahaḥ sam iṣo varanta ā no bhaja maghavan goṣv aryo maṃhiṣṭhās te sadhamādaḥ syāma
Never may this thy loving-kindness fail us; mighty in strength, may plenteous food surround us. Maghavan, make us share the foeman's cattle: may we be thy most liberal feast companions.