Rig Veda
matsi no vasyaiṣṭaya indram indo vṛṣā viśa ṛghāyamāṇa invasi śatrum anti na vindasi
Cheer thee with draughts to win us bliss: Soma, pierce Indra in thy strength. Thou stormest trembling in thy rage, and findest not a foeman nigh.
tasminn ā veśayā giro ya ekaś carṣaṇīnām anu svadhā yam upyate yavaṃ na carkṛṣad vṛṣā
Make our songs penetrate to him who is the Only One of men; For whom the sacred food is spread, as the steer ploughs the barley in.
yasya viśvāni hastayoḥ pañca kṣitīnāṃ vasu spāśayasva yo asmadhrug divyevāśanir jahi
Within whose hands deposited all the Five Peoples' treasures rest. Mark thou the man who injures us and kill him like the heavenly bolt.
asunvantaṃ samaṃ jahi dūṇāśaṃ yo na te mayaḥ asmabhyam asya vedanaṃ daddhi sūriś cid ohate
Slay everyone who pours no gift, who, hard to reach, delights thee not. Bestow on us what wealth he hath: this even the worshipper awaits.
āvo yasya dvibarhaso 'rkeṣu sānuṣag asat ājāv indrasyendo prāvo vājeṣu vājinam
Thou helpest him the doubly strong whose hymns were sung unceasingly. When Indra fought, O Soma, thou helpest the mighty in the fray.
This verse is not included in this edition.
As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, like water to the thirsty, So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.