Rig Veda 1.30

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We seeking strength with Soma-drops fill full your Indra like a well, Most liberal, Lord of Hundred Powers,

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Who lets a hundred of the pure, a thousand of the milk-blent draughts Flow, even as down a depth, to him;

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When for the strong, the rapturous joy he in this manner hath made room Within his belly, like the sea.

ayam u te sam atasi kapota iva garbhadhim vacas tac cin na ohase

This is thine own. Thou drawest near, as turns a pigeon to his mate: Thou carest too for this our prayer.

stotraṃ rādhānām pate girvāho vīra yasya te vibhūtir astu sūnṛtā

O Hero, Lord of Bounties, praised in hymns, may power and joyfulness Be his who sings the laud to thee.

ūrdhvas tiṣṭhā na ūtaye 'smin vāje śatakrato sam anyeṣu bravāvahai

Lord of a Hundred Powers, stand up to lend us succour in this fight In others too let us agree.

yoge yoge tavastaraṃ vāje vāje havāmahe sakhāya indram ūtaye

In every need, in every fray we call as friends to succour us Indra the mightiest of all.

ā ghā gamad yadi śravat sahasriṇībhir ūtibhiḥ vājebhir upa no havam

If he will hear us let him come with succour of a thousand kinds, And all that strengthens, to our call.

anu pratnasyaukaso huve tuvipratiṃ naram yaṃ te pūrvam pitā huve

I call him mighty to resist, the Hero of our ancient home, Thee whom my sire invoked of old.

taṃ tvā vayaṃ viśvavārā śāsmahe puruhūta sakhe vaso jaritṛbhyaḥ

We pray to thee, O much-invoked, rich in all precious gifts, O Friend, Kind God to those who sing thy praise.

asmākaṃ śipriṇīnāṃ somapāḥ somapāvnām sakhe vajrin sakhīnām

O Soma-drinker, Thunder-armed, Friend of our lovely-featured dames And of our Soma-drinking friends.

tathā tad astu somapāḥ sakhe vajrin tathā kṛṇu yathā ta uśmasīṣṭaye

Thus, Soma-drinker, may it be; thus, Friend, who wieldest thunder, act To aid each wish as we desire.

revatīr naḥ sadhamāda indre santu tuvivājāḥ kṣumanto yābhir madema

With Indra splendid feasts be ours, rich in all strengthening things wherewith, Wealthy in food, we may rejoice.

ā gha tvāvān tmanāpta stotṛbhyo dhṛṣṇav iyānaḥ ṛṇor akṣaṃ na cakryoḥ

Like thee, thyself, the singers' Friend, thou movest, as it were, besought, Bold One, the axle of the car.

ā yad duvaḥ śatakratav ā kāmaṃ jaritṝṇām ṛṇor akṣaṃ na śacībhiḥ

That, Satakratu, thou to grace and please thy praisers, as it were, Stirrest the axle with thy strength.

śaśvad indraḥ popruthadbhir jigāya nānadadbhiḥ śāśvasadbhir dhanāni sa no hiraṇyarathaṃ daṃsanāvān sa naḥ sanitā sanaye sa no 'dāt

With champing, neighing loudly-snorting horses Indra hath ever won himself great treasures A car of gold hath he whose deeds are wondrous received from us, and let us too receive it.

āśvināv aśvāvatyeṣā yātaṃ śavīrayā gomad dasrā hiraṇyavat

Come, Asvins, with enduring strength wealthy in horses and in kine, And gold, O ye of wondrous deeds.

samānayojano hi vāṃ ratho dasrāv amartyaḥ samudre aśvineyate

Your chariot yoked for both alike, immortal, ye of mighty acts, Travels, O Asvins, in the sea.

ny aghnyasya mūrdhani cakraṃ rathasya yemathuḥ pari dyām anyad īyate

High on the forehead of the Bull one chariot wheel ye ever keep, The other round the sky revolves.

kas ta uṣaḥ kadhapriye bhuje marto amartye kaṃ nakṣase vibhāvari

What mortal, O immortal Dawn, enjoyeth thee? Where lovest thou? To whom, O radiant, dost thou go?

vayaṃ hi te amanmahy āntād ā parākāt aśve na citre aruṣi

For we have had thee in our thoughts whether anear or far away, Red-hued and like a dappled mare.

tvaṃ tyebhir ā gahi vājebhir duhitar divaḥ asme rayiṃ ni dhāraya

Hither, O Daughter of the Sky, come thou with these thy strengthenings, And send thou riches down to us.