Rig Veda
tad id āsa bhuvaneṣu jyeṣṭhaṃ yato jajña ugras tveṣanṛmṇaḥ sadyo jajñāno ni riṇāti śatrūn anu yaṃ viśve madanty ūmāḥ
In all the worlds That was the Best and Highest whence sprang the Mighty Gods, of splendid valour. As soon as born he overcomes his foemen, be in whom all who lend him aid are joyful.
vāvṛdhānaḥ śavasā bhūryojāḥ śatrur dāsāya bhiyasaṃ dadhāti avyanac ca vyanac ca sasni saṃ te navanta prabhṛtā madeṣu
Grown mighty in his strength, with ample vigour, he as a foe strikes fear into the Dasa, Eager to win the breathing and the breathless. All sang thy praise at banquet and oblation.
tve kratum api vṛñjanti viśve dvir yad ete trir bhavanty ūmāḥ svādoḥ svādīyaḥ svādunā sṛjā sam adaḥ su madhu madhunābhi yodhīḥ
All concentrate on thee their mental vigour, what time these, twice or thrice, are thine assistants. Blend what is sweeter than the sweet with sweetness: win. quickly with our meath that meath in battle.
iti ciddhi tvā dhanā jayantam made made anumadanti viprāḥ ojīyo dhṛṣṇo sthiram ā tanuṣva mā tvā dabhan yātudhānā durevāḥ
Therefore in thee too, thou who winnest riches, at every banquet are the sages joyful. With mightier power, Bold God, extend thy firmness: let not malignant Yatudhanas harm thee.
tvayā vayaṃ śāśadmahe raṇeṣu prapaśyanto yudhenyāni bhūri codayāmi ta āyudhā vacobhiḥ saṃ te śiśāmi brahmaṇā vayāṃsi
Proudly we put our trust in thee in battles, when we behold great wealth the prize of combat. I with my words impel thy weapons onward, and sharpen with my prayer thy vital vigour.
stuṣeyyam puruvarpasam ṛbhvam inatamam āptyam āptyānām ā darṣate śavasā sapta dānūn pra sākṣate pratimānāni bhūri
Worthy of praises, many-shaped, most skillful, most energetic, Aptya of the Aptyas: He with his might destroys the seven Danus, subduing many who were deemed his equals.
ni tad dadhiṣe 'varam paraṃ ca yasminn āvithāvasā duroṇe ā mātarā sthāpayase jigatnū ata inoṣi karvarā purūṇi
Thou in that house which thy protection guardeth bestowest wealth, the higher and the lower. Thou establishest the two much-wandering Mothers, and bringest many deeds to their completion.
imā brahma bṛhaddivo vivaktīndrāya śūṣam agriyaḥ svarṣāḥ maho gotrasya kṣayati svarājo duraś ca viśvā avṛṇod apa svāḥ
Brihaddiva, the foremost of light-winners, repeats these holy prayers, this strength of Indra. He rules the great self-luminous fold of cattle, and all the doors of light hath he thrown open.
evā mahān bṛhaddivo atharvāvocat svāṃ tanvam indram eva svasāro mātaribhvarīr ariprā hinvanti ca śavasā vardhayanti ca
Thus hath Brihaddiva, the great Atharvan, spoken to Indra as himself in person. The spotless Sisters, they who are his Mothers, with power exalt him and impel him onward.