Rig Veda
indraṃ satyair erayāmā kṛtebhiḥ sa hi vīro girvaṇasyur vidānaḥ
Bring forth your sacred song ye prudent singers, even as are the thoughts of human beings. Let us draw Indra with true deeds anear us: he loves our songs, the Hero, and is potent.
ṛtasya hi sadaso dhītir adyaut saṃ gārṣṭeyo vṛṣabho gobhir ānaṭ ud atiṣṭhat taviṣeṇā raveṇa mahānti cit saṃ vivyācā rajāṃsi
The hymn shone brightly from the seat of worship: to the kine came the Bull, the Heifer's Offspring With mighty bellowing hath he arisen, and hath pervaded even the spacious regions.
indraḥ kila śrutyā asya veda sa hi jiṣṇuḥ pathikṛt sūryāya ān menāṃ kṛṇvann acyuto bhuvad goḥ patir divaḥ sanajā apratītaḥ
Indra knows, verily, how to hear our singing, for he, victorious, made a path for Surya. He made the Cow, and be became the Sovran of Heaven, primeval, matchless, and unshaken.
indro mahnā mahato arṇavasya vratāminād aṅgirobhir gṛṇānaḥ purūṇi cin ni tatānā rajāṃsi dādhāra yo dharuṇaṃ satyatātā
Praised by Angirases, Indra demolished with might the works of the great watery monster Full many regions, too, hath he pervaded, and by his truth supported earth's foundation.
indro divaḥ pratimānam pṛthivyā viśvā veda savanā hanti śuṣṇam mahīṃ cid dyām ātanot sūryeṇa cāskambha cit kambhanena skabhīyān
The counterpart of heaven and earth is Indra: he knoweth all libations, slayeth Sushna. The vast sky with the Sun hath he extended, and, best otpillars, stayed it with a pillar.
vajreṇa hi vṛtrahā vṛtram astar adevasya śūśuvānasya māyāḥ vi dhṛṣṇo atra dhṛṣatā jaghanthāthābhavo maghavan bāhvojāḥ
The Vritra-slaver with his bolt felled Vritra: the magic of the godless, waxen mighty, Here hast thou, Bold Assailant, boldly conquered. Yea, then thine arms, O Maghavan, were potent.
sacanta yad uṣasaḥ sūryeṇa citrām asya ketavo rām avindan ā yan nakṣatraṃ dadṛśe divo na punar yato nakir addhā nu veda
When the Dawns come attendant upon Surya their rays discover wealth of divers colours. The Star of heaven is seen as 'twere approaching: none knoweth aught of it as it departeth.
dūraṃ kila prathamā jagmur āsām indrasya yāḥ prasave sasrur āpaḥ kva svid agraṃ kva budhna āsām āpo madhyaṃ kva vo nūnam antaḥ
Far have they gone, the first of all these waters, the waters that flowed forth when Indra sent them. Where is their spring, and where is their foundation? Where now, ye Waters, is your inmost centre?
sṛjaḥ sindhūṃr ahinā jagrasānāṁ ād id etāḥ pra vivijre javena mumukṣamāṇā uta yā mumucre 'dhed etā na ramante nitiktāḥ
Thou didst free rivers swallowed by the Dragon; and rapidly they set themselves in motion, Those that were loosed and those that longed for freedom. Excited now to speed they run unresting.
sadhrīcīḥ sindhum uśatīr ivāyan sanāj jāra āritaḥ pūrbhid āsām astam ā te pārthivā vasūny asme jagmuḥ sūnṛtā indra pūrvīḥ
Yearning together they have sped to Sindhu: the Fort-destroyer, praised, of old, hath loved them. Indra, may thy terrestrial treasures reach us, and our full songs of joy approach thy dwelling.