Rig Veda
gāvo dhenavo barhiṣy adabdhā ā yat sadmānaṃ divyaṃ vivāsān
The praise-song let him sing forth bursting bird-like: sing we that hymn which like heaven's light expandeth, That the milk-giving cows may, unimpeded call to the sacred grass the Gods' assembly.
arcad vṛṣā vṛṣabhiḥ sveduhavyair mṛgo nāśno ati yaj juguryāt pra mandayur manāṃ gūrta hotā bharate maryo mithunā yajatraḥ
Let the Bull sing with Bulls whose toil is worship, with a loud roar like some wild beast that hungers. Praised God! the glad priest brings his heart's devotion; the holy youth presents twofold oblation.
nakṣaddhotā pari sadma mitā yan bharad garbham ā śaradaḥ pṛthivyāḥ krandad aśvo nayamāno ruvad gaur antar dūto na rodasī carad vāk
May the Priest come circling the measured stations, and with him bring the earth's autumnal fruitage. Let the Horse neigh led near, let the Steer bellow: let the Voice go between both worlds as herald,
tā karmāṣatarāsmai pra cyautnāni devayanto bharante jujoṣad indro dasmavarcā nāsatyeva sugmyo ratheṣṭhāḥ
To him we offer welcomest oblations, the pious bring their strength-inspiring praises. May Indra, wondrous in his might, accept them, car-borne and swift to move like the Nasatyas.
tam u ṣṭuhīndraṃ yo ha satvā yaḥ śūro maghavā yo ratheṣṭhāḥ pratīcaś cid yodhīyān vṛṣaṇvān vavavruṣaś cit tamaso vihantā
Praise thou that Indra who is truly mighty, the car-borne Warrior, Maghavan the Hero; Stronger in war than those who fight against him, borne by strong steeds, who kills enclosing darkness;
pra yad itthā mahinā nṛbhyo asty araṃ rodasī kakṣye nāsmai saṃ vivya indro vṛjanaṃ na bhūmā bharti svadhāvāṁ opaśam iva dyām
Him who surpasses heroes in his greatness: the earth and heavens suffice not for his girdles. Indra endues the earth to be his garment, and, God-like, wears the heaven as 'twere a frontlet,
samatsu tvā śūra satām urāṇam prapathintamam paritaṃsayadhyai sajoṣasa indram made kṣoṇīḥ sūriṃ cid ye anumadanti vājaiḥ
Thee, Hero, guardian of the brave in battles, who roamest in the van,—to draw thee hither, Indra, the hosts agree beside the Soma, and joy, for his great actions, in the Chieftain.
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Libations in the sea to thee are pleasant, when thy divine Floods come to cheer these people. To thee the Cow is sum of all things grateful when with the wish thou seekest men and princes.
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So may we in this One be well befriended, well aided as it were through praise of chieftains, That Indra still may linger at our worship, as one led swift to work, to hear our praises.
viṣpardhaso narāṃ na śaṃsair asmākāsad indro vajrahastaḥ mitrāyuvo na pūrpatiṃ suśiṣṭau madhyāyuva upa śikṣanti yajñaiḥ
Like men in rivalry extolling princes, our Friend be Indra, wielder of the thunder. Like true friends of some city's lord within them held in good rule with sacrifice they help him.
yajño hi ṣmendraṃ kaścid ṛndhañ juhurāṇaś cin manasā pariyan tīrthe nācchā tātṛṣāṇam oko dīrgho na sidhram ā kṛṇoty adhvā
For every sacrifice makes Indra stronger, yea, when he goes around angry in spirit; As pleasure at the ford invites the thirsty, as the long way brings him who gains his object.
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Let us not here contend with Gods, O Indra, for here, O Mighty One, is thine own portion, The Great, whose Friends the bounteous Maruts honour, as with a stream, his song who pours oblations.
eṣa stoma indra tubhyam asme etena gātuṃ harivo vido naḥ ā no vavṛtyāḥ suvitāya deva vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum
Addressed to thee is this our praise, O Indra: Lord of Bay Steeds, find us hereby advancement. So mayst thou lead us on, O God, to comfort. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.