Rig Veda
pra vo mahe mandamānāyāndhaso 'rcā viśvānarāya viśvābhuve indrasya yasya sumakhaṃ saho mahi śravo nṛmṇaṃ ca rodasī saparyataḥ
I laud your Mighty One who joyeth in the juice, him who is shared by all men, who created all; Indra, whose conquering strength is powerful in war, whose fame and manly vigour Heaven and Earth revere.
so cin nu sakhyā narya ina stutaś carkṛtya indro māvate nare viśvāsu dhūrṣu vājakṛtyeṣu satpate vṛtre vāpsv abhi śūra mandase
He with his friend is active, lauded, good to man, Indra who must be glorified by one like me. Hero, Lord of the brave, all cars are thy delight, warring with Vritra, or for waters, or for spoil.
ke te nara indra ye ta iṣe ye te sumnaṃ sadhanyam iyakṣān ke te vājāyāsuryāya hinvire ke apsu svāsūrvarāsu pauṃsye
Who are the men whom thou wilt further, Indra, who strive to win thy bliss allied with riches? Who urged thee forward to exert thy power divine, to valour, in the war for waters on their fields?
bhuvas tvam indra brahmaṇā mahān bhuvo viśveṣu savaneṣu yajñiyaḥ bhuvo nṝṃś cyautno viśvasmin bhare jyeṣṭhaś ca mantro viśvacarṣaṇe
Thou, Indra, through the holy prayer art mighty, worthy of sacrifice at all libations. In every fight thou castest heroes on the ground: thou art the noblest song, O Lord of all the folk.
avā nu kaṃ jyāyān yajñavanaso mahīṃ ta omātrāṃ kṛṣṭayo viduḥ aso nu kam ajaro vardhāś ca viśved etā savanā tūtumā kṛṣe
Help now, as Highest, those who toil at sacrifice: well do the people know thy great protecting might. Thou shalt be everlasting, Giver of success yea, on all these libations thou bestowest strength.
etā viśvā savanā tūtumā kṛṣe svayaṃ sūno sahaso yāni dadhiṣe varāya te pātraṃ dharmaṇe tanā yajño mantro brahmodyataṃ vacaḥ
All these libations thou makest effectual, of which thou art thyself supporter, Son of Power. Therefore thy vessel is to be esteemed the best, sacrifice, holy text, prayer, and exalted speech.
ye te vipra brahmakṛtaḥ sute sacā vasūnāṃ ca vasunaś ca dāvane pra te sumnasya manasā pathā bhuvan made sutasya somyasyāndhasaḥ
They who with flowing Soma pray to thee, O Sage, to pour on them thy gifts of opulence and wealth, May they come forward, through their spirit, on the path of bliss, in the wild joy of Soma juice effused.