Rig Veda
acchā ma indram matayaḥ svarvidaḥ sadhrīcīr viśvā uśatīr anūṣata
In perfect unison all yearning hymns of mine that find the light of heaven have sung forth Indra's praise. As wives embrace their lord, the comely bridegroom, so they compass Maghavan about that he may help.
na ghā tvadrig apa veti me manas tve it kāmam puruhūta śiśraya rājeva dasma ni ṣado 'dhi barhiṣy asmin su some 'vapānam astu te
Directed unto thee my spirit never strays, for I have set my hopes on thee, O Much-invoked! Sit, Wonderful! as King upon the sacred grass, and let thy drinking-place be by the Soma juice.
viṣūvṛd indro amater uta kṣudhaḥ sa id rāyo maghavā vasva īśate tasyed ime pravaṇe sapta sindhavo vayo vardhanti vṛṣabhasya śuṣmiṇaḥ
From indigence and hunger Indra turns away: Maghavan hath dominion over precious wealth. These the Seven Rivers flowing on their downward path increase the vital vigour of the potent Steer.
vayo na vṛkṣaṃ supalāśam āsadan somāsa indram mandinaś camūṣadaḥ praiṣām anīkaṃ śavasā davidyutad vidat svar manave jyotir āryam
As on the fair-leafed tree rest birds, to Indra flow the gladdening Soma juices that the bowls contain. Their face that glows with splendour through their mighty power hath found the shine of heaven for man, the Aryas' light.
kṛtaṃ na śvaghnī vi cinoti devane saṃvargaṃ yan maghavā sūryaṃ jayat na tat te anyo anu vīryaṃ śakan na purāṇo maghavan nota nūtanaḥ
As in the game a gambler piles his winnings, so Maghavan, sweeping all together, gained the Sun This mighty deed of thine none other could achieve, none, Maghavan, before thee, none in recent time.
viśaṃ viśam maghavā pary aśāyata janānāṃ dhenā ava cākaśad vṛṣā yasyāha śakraḥ savaneṣu raṇyati sa tīvraiḥ somaiḥ sahate pṛtanyataḥ
Maghavan came by turns to all the tribes of men: the Steer took notice of the people's songs of praise. The man in whose libations Sakra hath delight by means of potent Somas vanquisheth his foes.
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When Soma streams together unto Indra flow like waters to the river, rivulets to the lake, In place of sacrifice sages exalt his might, as the rain swells the corn by moisture sent from heaven.
vṛṣā na kruddhaḥ patayad rajassv ā yo aryapatnīr akṛṇod imā apaḥ sa sunvate maghavā jīradānave 'vindaj jyotir manave haviṣmate
He rushes through the region like a furious Bull, he who hath made these floods the dames of worthy lords. This Maghavan hath found light for the man who brings oblation, sheds the juice, and promptly pours his gifts.
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Let the keen axe come forth together with the light: here be, as erst, the teeming cow of sacrifice. Let the Red God shine bright with his refulgent ray, and let the Lord of heroes glow like heaven's clear sheen.
gobhiṣ ṭaremāmatiṃ durevāṃ yavena kṣudham puruhūta viśvām vayaṃ rājabhiḥ prathamā dhanāny asmākena vṛjanenā jayema
O Much-invoked, may we subdue all famine and evil want with store of grain and cattle. May we allied, as first in rank, with princes obtain possessions by our own exertion.
bṛhaspatir naḥ pari pātu paścād utottarasmād adharād aghāyoḥ indraḥ purastād uta madhyato naḥ sakhā sakhibhyo varivaḥ kṛṇotu
Brihaspati protect us from the rearward, and from above, and from below, from sinners. May Indra from the front, and from the centre, as Friend to friends, vouchsafe us room and freedom.