Rig Veda
abhi tyam meṣam puruhūtam ṛgmiyam indraṃ gīrbhir madatā vasvo arṇavam yasya dyāvo na vicaranti mānuṣā bhuje maṃhiṣṭham abhi vipram arcata
Make glad with songs that Ram whom many men invoke, worthy of songs of praise, Indra, the sea of wealth; Whose gracious deeds for men spread like the heavens abroad: sing praise to him the Sage, most liberal for our good.
abhīm avanvan svabhiṣṭim ūtayo 'ntarikṣaprāṃ taviṣībhir āvṛtam indraṃ dakṣāsa ṛbhavo madacyutaṃ śatakratuṃ javanī sūnṛtāruhat
As aids the skilful Ribhus yearned to Indra strong to save, who fills mid-air, encompassed round with might, Rushing in rapture; and o'er Satakratu came the gladdening shout that urged him on to victory.
tvaṃ gotram aṅgirobhyo 'vṛṇor apotātraye śatadureṣu gātuvit sasena cid vimadāyāvaho vasv ājāv adriṃ vāvasānasya nartayan
Thou hast disclosed the kine's stall for the Angirases, and made a way for Atri by a hundred doors. On Vimada thou hast bestowed both food and wealth, making thy bolt dance in the sacrificer's fight.
tvam apām apidhānāvṛṇor apādhārayaḥ parvate dānumad vasu vṛtraṃ yad indra śavasāvadhīr ahim ād it sūryaṃ divy ārohayo dṛśe
Thou hast unclosed the prisons of the waters; thou hast in the mountain seized the treasure rich in gifts. When thou hadst slain with might the dragon Vritra, thou, Indra, didst raise the Sun in heaven for all to see.
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With wondrous might thou blewest enchanter fiends away, with powers celestial those who called on thee in jest. Thou, hero-hearted, hast broken down Pipru's forts, and helped Rijisvan when the Dasyus were struck dead.
tvaṃ kutsaṃ śuṣṇahatyeṣv āvithārandhayo 'tithigvāya śambaram mahāntaṃ cid arbudaṃ ni kramīḥ padā sanād eva dasyuhatyāya jajñiṣe
Thou savedst Kutsa when Sushna was smitten down; to Atithigva gavest Sambara for a prey. E'en mighty Arbuda thou troddest under foot: thou from of old wast born to strike the Dasyus dead.
tve viśvā taviṣī sadhryagghitā tava rādhaḥ somapīthāya harṣate tava vajraś cikite bāhvor hito vṛścā śatror ava viśvāni vṛṣṇyā
All power and might is closely gathered up in thee; thy bounteous spirit joys in drinking Soma juice. Known is the thunderbolt that lies within thine arms: rend off therewith all manly prowess of our foe.
vi jānīhy āryān ye ca dasyavo barhiṣmate randhayā śāsad avratān śākī bhava yajamānasya coditā viśvet tā te sadhamādeṣu cākana
Discern thou well Aryas and Dasyus; punishing the lawless give them up to him whose grass is strewn. Be thou the sacrificer's strong encourager all these thy deeds are my delight at festivals.
anuvratāya randhayann apavratān ābhūbhir indraḥ śnathayann anābhuvaḥ vṛddhasya cid vardhato dyām inakṣata stavāno vamro vi jaghāna saṃdihaḥ
Indra gives up the lawless to the pious man, destroying by the Strong Ones those who have no strength. Vamra when glorified destroyed the gathered piles of the still waxing great one who would reach the heaven.
takṣad yat ta uśanā sahasā saho vi rodasī majmanā bādhate śavaḥ ā tvā vātasya nṛmaṇo manoyuja ā pūryamāṇam avahann abhi śravaḥ
The might which Usana hath formed for thee with might rends in its greatness and with strength both worlds apart. O Hero-souled, the steeds of Vata, yoked by thought, have carried thee to fame while thou art filled with power.
mandiṣṭa yad uśane kāvye sacāṁ indro vaṅkū vaṅkutarādhi tiṣṭhati ugro yayiṃ nir apaḥ srotasāsṛjad vi śuṣṇasya dṛṃhitā airayat puraḥ
When Indra hath rejoiced with Kavya Usana, he mounts his steeds who swerve wider and wider yet. The Strong hath loosed his bolt with the swift rush of rain, and he hath rent in pieces Sushna's firm-built forts.
ā smā rathaṃ vṛṣapāṇeṣu tiṣṭhasi śāryātasya prabhṛtā yeṣu mandase indra yathā sutasomeṣu cākano 'narvāṇaṃ ślokam ā rohase divi
Thou mountest on thy car amid strong Soma draughts: Saryata brought thee those in which thou hast delight. Indra, when thou art pleased with men whose Soma flows thou risest to unchallenged glory in the sky.
adadā arbhām mahate vacasyave kakṣīvate vṛcayām indra sunvate menābhavo vṛṣaṇaśvasya sukrato viśvet tā te savaneṣu pravācyā
To old Kakshivan, Soma-presser, skilled in song, O Indra, thou didst give the youthful Vrichaya. Thou, very wise, wast Mena, Vrsanaiva's child: those deeds of thine must all be told at Soma feasts.
indro aśrāyi sudhyo nireke pajreṣu stomo duryo na yūpaḥ aśvayur gavyū rathayur vasūyur indra id rāyaḥ kṣayati prayantā
The good man's refuge in his need is Indra, firm as a doorpost, praised among the Pajras. Indra alone is Lord of wealth, the Giver, lover of riches, chariots, kine, and horses.
idaṃ namo vṛṣabhāya svarāje satyaśuṣmāya tavase 'vāci asminn indra vṛjane sarvavīrāḥ smat sūribhis tava śarman syāma
To him the Mighty One, the self-resplendent, verily strong and great, this praise is uttered. May we and all the heroes, with the princes, be, in this fray, O Indra, in thy keeping.