Rig Veda
mā no asmin maghavan pṛtsv aṃhasi nahi te antaḥ śavasaḥ parīṇaśe akrandayo nadyo roruvad vanā kathā na kṣoṇīr bhiyasā sam ārata
Urge us not, Maghavan, to this distressful fight, for none may comprehend the limit of thy strength. Thou with fierce shout hast made the woods and rivers roar: did not men run in crowds together in their fear?
arcā śakrāya śākine śacīvate śṛṇvantam indram mahayann abhi ṣṭuhi yo dhṛṣṇunā śavasā rodasī ubhe vṛṣā vṛṣatvā vṛṣabho nyṛñjate
Sing hymns of praise to Sakra, Lord of power and might; laud thou and magnify Indra who heareth thee, Who with his daring might, a Bull exceeding strong in strength, maketh him master of the heaven and earth.
arcā dive bṛhate śūṣyaṃ vacaḥ svakṣatraṃ yasya dhṛṣato dhṛṣan manaḥ bṛhacchravā asuro barhaṇā kṛtaḥ puro haribhyāṃ vṛṣabho ratho hi ṣaḥ
Sing forth to lofty Dyaus a strength-bestowing song, the Bold, whose resolute mind hath independent sway. High glory hath the Asura, compact of strength, drawn on by two Bay Steeds: a Bull, a Car is he.
tvaṃ divo bṛhataḥ sānu kopayo 'va tmanā dhṛṣatā śambaram bhinat yan māyino vrandino mandinā dhṛṣacchitāṃ gabhastim aśanim pṛtanyasi
The ridges of the lofty heaven thou madest shake; thou, daring, of thyself smotest through Sambara, When bold with gladdening juice, thou warredst with thy bolt, sharp and two-edged, against the banded sorcerers.
ni yad vṛṇakṣi śvasanasya mūrdhani śuṣṇasya cid vrandino roruvad vanā prācīnena manasā barhaṇāvatā yad adyā cit kṛṇavaḥ kas tvā pari
When with a roar that fills the woods, thou forcest down on wind's head the stores which Sushna kept confined, Who shall have power to stay thee firm and eager-souled from doing still this day what thou of old hast done?
tvam āvitha naryaṃ turvaśaṃ yaduṃ tvaṃ turvītiṃ vayyaṃ śatakrato tvaṃ ratham etaśaṃ kṛtvye dhane tvam puro navatiṃ dambhayo nava
Thou helpest Narya, Turvasa, and Yadu, and Vayya's son Turviti, Satakratu! Thou helpest horse and car in final battle thou breakest down the nine-and-ninety castles.
sa ghā rājā satpatiḥ śūśuvaj jano rātahavyaḥ prati yaḥ śāsam invati ukthā vā yo abhigṛṇāti rādhasā dānur asmā uparā pinvate divaḥ
A hero-lord is he, King of a mighty folk, who offers free oblations and promotes the Law, Who with a bounteous guerdon welcomes hymns of praise: for him flows down the abundant stream below the sky.
asamaṃ kṣatram asamā manīṣā pra somapā apasā santu neme ye ta indra daduṣo vardhayanti mahi kṣatraṃ sthaviraṃ vṛṣṇyaṃ ca
His power is matchless, matchless is his wisdom; chief, through their work, be some who drink the Soma, Those, Indra, who increase the lordly power, the firm heroic strength of thee the Giver.
tubhyed ete bahulā adridugdhāś camūṣadaś camasā indrapānāḥ vy aśnuhi tarpayā kāmam eṣām athā mano vasudeyāya kṛṣva
Therefore for thee are these abundant beakers Indra's drink, stone-pressed juices held in ladles. Quaff them and satisfy therewith thy longing; then fix thy mind upon bestowing treasure.
apām atiṣṭhad dharuṇahvaraṃ tamo 'ntar vṛtrasya jaṭhareṣu parvataḥ abhīm indro nadyo vavriṇā hitā viśvā anuṣṭhāḥ pravaṇeṣu jighnate
There darkness stood, the vault that stayed the waters' flow: in Vritra's hollow side the rain-cloud lay concealed. But Indra smote the rivers which the obstructer stayed, flood following after flood, down steep declivities.
This verse is not included in this edition.
So give us, Indra, bliss-increasing glory give us great sway and strength that conquers people. Preserve our wealthy patrons, save our princes; vouchsafe us wealth and food with noble offspring.