Rig Veda
pra manmahe śavasānāya śūṣam āṅgūṣaṃ girvaṇase aṅgirasvat suvṛktibhi stuvata ṛgmiyāyārcāmārkaṃ nare viśrutāya
Like Angiras a gladdening laud we ponder to him who loveth song, exceeding mighty. Let us sing glory to the far-famed Hero who must be praised with fair hymns by the singer.
pra vo mahe mahi namo bharadhvam āṅgūṣyaṃ śavasānāya sāma yenā naḥ pūrve pitaraḥ padajñā arcanto aṅgiraso gā avindan
Unto the great bring ye great adoration, a chant with praise to him exceeding mighty, Through whom our sires, Angirases, singing praises and knowing well the places, found the cattle.
indrasyāṅgirasāṃ ceṣṭau vidat saramā tanayāya dhāsim bṛhaspatir bhinad adriṃ vidad gāḥ sam usriyābhir vāvaśanta naraḥ
When Indra and the Angirases desired it, Sarama found provision for her offspring. Brihaspati cleft the mountain, found the cattle: the heroes shouted with the kine in triumph.
sa suṣṭubhā sa stubhā sapta vipraiḥ svareṇādriṃ svaryo navagvaiḥ saraṇyubhiḥ phaligam indra śakra valaṃ raveṇa darayo daśagvaiḥ
Mid shout, loud shout, and roar, with the Navagvas, seven singers, hast thou, heavenly, rent the mountain; Thou hast, with speeders, with Dasagvas, Indra, Sakra, with thunder rent obstructive Vala.
gṛṇāno aṅgirobhir dasma vi var uṣasā sūryeṇa gobhir andhaḥ vi bhūmyā aprathaya indra sānu divo raja uparam astabhāyaḥ
Praised by Angirases, thou, foe-destroyer, hast, with the Dawn, Sun, rays, dispelled the darkness. Thou Indra, hast spread out the earth's high ridges, and firmly fixed the region under heaven.
tad u prayakṣatamam asya karma dasmasya cārutamam asti daṃsaḥ upahvare yad uparā apinvan madhvarṇaso nadyaś catasraḥ
This is the deed most worthy of all honour, the fairest marvel of the Wonder-Worker, That, nigh where heaven bends down, he made four rivers flow full with waves that carry down sweet water.
dvitā vi vavre sanajā sanīḍe ayāsya stavamānebhir arkaiḥ bhago na mene parame vyomann adhārayad rodasī sudaṃsāḥ
Unwearied, won with lauding hymns, he parted of old the ancient Pair, united ever. In highest sky like Bhaga, he the doer of marvels set both Dames and earth and heaven.
sanād divam pari bhūmā virūpe punarbhuvā yuvatī svebhir evaiḥ kṛṣṇebhir aktoṣā ruśadbhir vapurbhir ā carato anyānyā
Still born afresh, young Dames, each in her manner, unlike in hue, the Pair in alternation Round heaven and earth from ancient time have travelled, Night with her dark limbs, Dawn with limbs of splendour.
sanemi sakhyaṃ svapasyamānaḥ sūnur dādhāra śavasā sudaṃsāḥ āmāsu cid dadhiṣe pakvam antaḥ payaḥ kṛṣṇāsu ruśad rohiṇīṣu
Rich in good actions, skilled in operation, the Son with might maintains his perfect friendship. Thou in the raw cows, black of hue or ruddy, storest the ripe milk glossy white in colour.
sanāt sanīḍā avanīr avātā vratā rakṣante amṛtāḥ sahobhiḥ purū sahasrā janayo na patnīr duvasyanti svasāro ahrayāṇam
Their paths, of old connected, rest uninjured; they with great might preserve the immortal statutes. For many thousand holy works the Sisters wait on the haughty Lord like wives and matrons.
sanāyuvo namasā navyo arkair vasūyavo matayo dasma dadruḥ patiṃ na patnīr uśatīr uśantaṃ spṛśanti tvā śavasāvan manīṣāḥ
Thoughts ancient, seeking wealth, with adoration, with newest lauds have sped to thee, O Mighty. As yearning wives cleave to their yearning husband, so cleave our hymns to thee, O Lord most potent.
sanād eva tava rāyo gabhastau na kṣīyante nopa dasyanti dasma dyumāṁ asi kratumāṁ indra dhīraḥ śikṣā śacīvas tava naḥ śacībhiḥ
Strong God, the riches which thy hands have holden from days of old have perished not nor wasted. Splendid art thou, O Indra, wise, unbending: strengthen us with might, O Lord of Power.
sanāyate gotama indra navyam atakṣad brahma hariyojanāya sunīthāya naḥ śavasāna nodhāḥ prātar makṣū dhiyāvasur jagamyāt
O mighty Indra, Gotama's son Nodhas hath fashioned this new prayer to thee Eternal, Sure leader, yoker of the Tawny Coursers. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.