Rig Veda
matsy apāyi te mahaḥ pātrasyeva harivo matsaro madaḥ vṛṣā te vṛṣṇa indur vājī sahasrasātamaḥ
Glad thee: thy glory hath been quaffed, Lord of Bay Steeds, as 'twere the bowl's enlivening mead. For thee the Strong there is strong drink, mighty, omnipotent to win.
ā nas te gantu matsaro vṛṣā mado vareṇyaḥ sahāvāṁ indra sānasiḥ pṛtanāṣāﾱ amartyaḥ
Let our strong drink, most excellent, exhilarating, come to thee, Victorious, Indra! bringing gain, immortal conquering in fight,
tvaṃ hi śūraḥ sanitā codayo manuṣo ratham sahāvān dasyum avratam oṣaḥ pātraṃ na śociṣā
Thou, Hero, winner of the spoil, urgest to speed the car of man. Burn, like a vessel with the flame, the lawless Dasyu, Conqueror!
muṣāya sūryaṃ kave cakram īśāna ojasā vaha śuṣṇāya vadhaṃ kutsaṃ vātasyāśvaiḥ
Empowered by thine own might, O Sage, thou stolest Surya's chariot wheel. Thou barest Kutsa with the steeds of Wind to Sushna as his death.
śuṣmintamo hi te mado dyumnintama uta kratuḥ vṛtraghnā varivovidā maṃsīṣṭhā aśvasātamaḥ
Most mighty is thy rapturous joy, most splendid is thine active power, Wherewith, foe-slaying, sending bliss, thou art supreme in gaining steeds.
This verse is not included in this edition.
As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, as water to the thirsty, So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.