Rig Veda
indra piba pratikāmaṃ sutasya prātaḥsāvas tava hi pūrvapītiḥ harṣasva hantave śūra śatrūn ukthebhiṣ ṭe vīryā pra bravāma
Drink of the juice, O Indra, at thy plea. sure, for thy first draught is early morn's libation. Rejoice, that thou mayst slay our foes, O Hero, and we with lauds will tell thy mighty exploits.
yas te ratho manaso javīyān endra tena somapeyāya yāhi tūyam ā te harayaḥ pra dravantu yebhir yāsi vṛṣabhir mandamānaḥ
Thou hast a car more swift than thought, O Indra; thereon come hither, come to drink the Soma. Let thy Bay Steeds, thy Stallions, hasten hither, with whom thou comest nigh and art delighted.
haritvatā varcasā sūryasya śreṣṭhai rūpais tanvaṃ sparśayasva asmābhir indra sakhibhir huvānaḥ sadhrīcīno mādayasvā niṣadya
Deck out thy body with the fairest colours, with golden splendour of the Sun adorn it. O Indra, turn thee hitherward invited by us thy friends; be seated and be joyful.
yasya tyat te mahimānam madeṣv ime mahī rodasī nāviviktām tad oka ā haribhir indra yuktaiḥ priyebhir yāhi priyam annam accha
O thou whose grandeur in thy festive transports not even these two great worlds have comprehended. Come, Indra, with thy dear Bay Horses harnessed, come to our dwelling and the food thou lovest.
yasya śaśvat papivāṃ indra śatrūn anānukṛtyā raṇyā cakartha sa te purandhiṃ taviṣīm iyarti sa te madāya suta indra somaḥ
Pressed for thy joyous banquet is the Soma, Soma whereof thou, Indra, ever drinking, Hast waged unequalled battles with thy foemen, which prompts the mighty flow of thine abundance.
idaṃ te pātraṃ sanavittam indra pibā somam enā śatakrato pūrṇa āhāvo madirasya madhvo yaṃ viśva id abhiharyanti devāḥ
Found from of old is this thy cup, O Indra: Satakratu, drink therefrom the Soma. Filled is the beaker with the meath that gladdens, the beaker which all Deities delight in.
vi hi tvām indra purudhā janāso hitaprayaso vṛṣabha hvayante asmākaṃ te madhumattamānīmā bhuvan savanā teṣu harya
From many a side with proffered entertainment the folk are calling thee, O Mighty Indra. These our libations shall for thee be richest in sweet meath: drink thereof and find them pleasant.
pra ta indra pūrvyāṇi pra nūnaṃ vīryā vocam prathamā kṛtāni satīnamanyur aśrathāyo adriṃ suvedanām akṛṇor brahmaṇe gām
I will declare thy deeds of old, O Indra, the mighty acts which thou hast first accomplished. In genuine wrath thou loosenedst the mountain so that the Brahman easily found the cattle.
ni ṣu sīda gaṇapate gaṇeṣu tvām āhur vipratamaṃ kavīnām na ṛte tvat kriyate kiṃ canāre mahām arkam maghavañ citram arca
Lord of the hosts, amid our bands be seated: they call thee greatest Sage among the sages. Nothing is done, even far away, without thee: great, wondrous, Maghavan, is the hymn I sing thee.
abhikhyā no maghavan nādhamānān sakhe bodhi vasupate sakhīnām raṇaṃ kṛdhi raṇakṛt satyaśuṣmābhakte cid ā bhajā rāye asmān
Aim of our eyes be thou, for we implore thee, O Maghavan, Friend of friends and Lord of treasures. Fight, Warrior strong in truth, fight thou the battle: give us our share of undivided riches.