Rig Veda
ut tiṣṭha brahmaṇaspate devayantas tvemahe upa pra yantu marutaḥ sudānava indra prāśūr bhavā sacā
O bramanaspati, stand up: God-serving men we pray to thee. May they who give good gifts, the Maruts, come to us. Indra, most swift, be thou with them.
tvām iddhi sahasas putra martya upabrūte dhane hite suvīryam maruta ā svaśvyaṃ dadhīta yo va ācake
O Son of Strength, each mortal calls to thee for aid when spoil of battle waits for him. O Maruts, may this man who loves you well obtain wealth of good steeds and hero might.
praitu brahmaṇaspatiḥ pra devy etu sūnṛtā acchā vīraṃ naryam paṅktirādhasaṃ devā yajñaṃ nayantu naḥ
May Brahmanaspati draw nigh, may Sunrta the Goddess come, And Gods bring to this rite which gives the five-fold gift the Hero, lover of mankind.
yo vāghate dadāti sūnaraṃ vasu sa dhatte akṣiti śravaḥ tasmā iḍāṃ suvīrām ā yajāmahe supratūrtim anehasam
He who bestows a noble guerdon on the priest wins fame that never shall decay. For him we offer sacred hero-giving food, peerless and conquering easily.
pra nūnam brahmaṇaspatir mantraṃ vadaty ukthyam yasminn indro varuṇo mitro aryamā devā okāṃsi cakrire
Now Brahmanaspati speaks forth aloud the solemn hymn of praise, Wherein Indra and Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman, the Gods, have made their dwelling place.
tam id vocemā vidatheṣu śambhuvam mantraṃ devā anehasam imāṃ ca vācam pratiharyathā naro viśved vāmā vo aśnavat
May we in holy synods, Gods! recite that hymn, peerless, that brings felicity. If you, O Heroes, graciously accept this word, may it obtain all bliss from you.
ko devayantam aśnavaj janaṃ ko vṛktabarhiṣam pra pra dāśvān pastyābhir asthitāntarvāvat kṣayaṃ dadhe
Who shall approach the pious? who the man whose sacred grass is trimmed? The offerer with his folk advances more and more: he fills his house with precious things.
upa kṣatram pṛñcīta hanti rājabhir bhaye cit sukṣitiṃ dadhe nāsya vartā na tarutā mahādhane nārbhe asti vajriṇaḥ
He amplifies his lordly might, with kings he slays: e'en mid alarms he dwells secure In great or lesser fight none checks him, none subdues,—the wielder of the thunderbolt.