Rig Veda
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The Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra; mightiest, bold One, come. May Indra-vigour fill thee full, as the Sun fills mid-air with rays.
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His pair of Tawny Coursers bring Indra of unresisted might Hither to Rishis' songs of praise and sacrifice performed by men.
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Slayer of Vritra, mount thy car; thy Bay Steeds have been yoked by prayer. May, with its voice, the pressing-stone draw thine attention hitherward.
imam indra sutam piba jyeṣṭham amartyam madam śukrasya tvābhy akṣaran dhārā ṛtasya sādane
This poured libation, Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent. Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.
indrāya nūnam arcatokthāni ca bravītana sutā amatsur indavo jyeṣṭhaṃ namasyatā sahaḥ
Sing glory now to Indra, say to him your solemn eulogies. The drops poured forth have made him glad: pay reverence to his might supreme.
nakiṣ ṭvad rathītaro harī yad indra yacchase nakiṣ ṭvānu majmanā nakiḥ svaśva ānaśe
When, Indra, thou dost yoke thy Steeds, there is no better charioteer: None hath surpassed thee in thy might, none with good steeds o'ertaken thee.
ya eka id vidayate vasu martāya dāśuṣe īśāno apratiṣkuta indro aṅga
He who alone bestoweth on mortal man who offereth gifts, The ruler of resistless power, is Indra, sure.
kadā martam arādhasam padā kṣumpam iva sphurat kadā naḥ śuśravad gira indro aṅga
When will he trample, like a weed, the man who hath no gift for him? When, verily, will Indra hear our songs of praise?
yaś ciddhi tvā bahubhya ā sutāvāṁ āvivāsati ugraṃ tat patyate śava indro aṅga
He who with Soma juice prepared amid the many honours thee,— Verily Indra gains thereby tremendous might.
svādor itthā viṣūvato madhvaḥ pibanti gauryaḥ yā indreṇa sayāvarīr vṛṣṇā madanti śobhase vasvīr anu svarājyam
The juice of Soma thus diffused, sweet to the taste, the bright cows drink, Who for the sake of splendour close to mighty Indra's side rejoice, good in their own supremacy.
tā asya pṛśanāyuvaḥ somaṃ śrīṇanti pṛśnayaḥ priyā indrasya dhenavo vajraṃ hinvanti sāyakaṃ vasvīr anu svarājyam
Craving his touch the dappled kine mingle the Soma with their milk. The milch-kine dear to Indra send forth his death-dealing thunderbolt, good in their own supremacy.
tā asya namasā sahaḥ saparyanti pracetasaḥ vratāny asya saścire purūṇi pūrvacittaye vasvīr anu svarājyam
With veneration, passing wise, honouring his victorious might, They follow close his many laws to win them due preeminence, good in their own supremacy.
indro dadhīco asthabhir vṛtrāṇy apratiṣkutaḥ jaghāna navatīr nava
With bones of Dadhyac for his arms, Indra, resistless in attack, Struck nine-and-ninety Vritras dead.
icchann aśvasya yacchiraḥ parvateṣv apaśritam tad vidaccharyaṇāvati
He, searching for the horse's head, removed among the mountains, found At Saryanavan what he sought.
atrāha gor amanvata nāma tvaṣṭur apīcyam itthā candramaso gṛhe
Then verily they recognized the essential form of Tvashtar's Bull, Here in the mansion of the Moon.
ko adya yuṅkte dhuri gā ṛtasya śimīvato bhāmino durhṛṇāyūn āsanniṣūn hṛtsvaso mayobhūn ya eṣām bhṛtyām ṛṇadhat sa jīvāt
Who yokes to-day unto the pole of Order the strong and passionate steers of checkless spirit, With shaft-armed mouths, heart-piercing, health-bestowing? Long shall he live who richly pays their service.
ka īṣate tujyate ko bibhāya ko maṃsate santam indraṃ ko anti kas tokāya ka ibhāyota rāye 'dhi bravat tanve ko janāya
Who fleeth forth? who suffereth? who feareth? Who knoweth Indra present, Indra near us? Who sendeth benediction on his offspring, his household, wealth and person, and the People?
ko agnim īṭṭe haviṣā ghṛtena srucā yajātā ṛtubhir dhruvebhiḥ kasmai devā ā vahān āśu homa ko maṃsate vītihotraḥ sudevaḥ
Who with poured oil and offering honours Agni, with ladle worships at appointed seasons? To whom to the Gods bring oblation quickly? What offerer, God-favoured, knows him thoroughly?
tvam aṅga pra śaṃsiṣo devaḥ śaviṣṭha martyam na tvad anyo maghavann asti marḍitendra bravīmi te vacaḥ
Thou as a God, O Mightiest, verily blessest mortal man. O Maghavan, there is no comforter but thou: Indra, I speak my words to thee.
mā te rādhāṃsi mā ta ūtayo vaso 'smān kadācanā dabhan viśvā ca na upamimīhi mānuṣa vasūni carṣaṇibhya ā
Let not thy bounteous gifts, let not thy saving help fail us, good Lord, at any time; And measure out to us, thou lover of mankind, all riches hitherward from men.