Rig Veda
imāṃ dhiyaṃ saptaśīrṣṇīm pitā na ṛtaprajātām bṛhatīm avindat turīyaṃ svij janayad viśvajanyo 'yāsya uktham indrāya śaṃsan
This holy hymn, sublime and seven headed, sprung from eternal Law, our sire discovered. Ayasya, friend of all men, hath engendered the fourth hymn as he sang his laud to Indra.
ṛtaṃ śaṃsanta ṛju dīdhyānā divas putrāso asurasya vīrāḥ vipram padam aṅgiraso dadhānā yajñasya dhāma prathamam mananta
Thinking aright, praising eternal Order, the sons of Dyaus the Asura, those heroes, Angirases, holding the rank of sages, first honoured sacrifice's holy statute.
haṃsair iva sakhibhir vāvadadbhir aśmanmayāni nahanā vyasyan bṛhaspatir abhi kanikradad gā uta prāstaud uc ca vidvāṁ agāyat
Girt by his friends who cried with swanlike voices, bursting the stony barriers of the prison, Brihaspati spake in thunder to the cattle, and uttered praise and song when he had found them.
avo dvābhyām para ekayā gā guhā tiṣṭhantīr anṛtasya setau bṛhaspatis tamasi jyotir icchann ud usrā ākar vi hi tisra āvaḥ
Apart from one, away from two above him, he drave the kine that stood in bonds of falsehood. Brihaspati, seeking light amid the darkness, drave forth the bright cows: three he made apparent.
vibhidyā puraṃ śayathem apācīṃ nis trīṇi sākam udadher akṛntat bṛhaspatir uṣasaṃ sūryaṃ gām arkaṃ viveda stanayann iva dyauḥ
When he had cleft the lairs and western castle, he cut off three from him who held the waters. Brihaspati discovered, while he thundered like Dyaus, the dawn, the Sun, the cow, the lightning.
indro valaṃ rakṣitāraṃ dughānāṃ kareṇeva vi cakartā raveṇa svedāñjibhir āśiram icchamāno 'rodayat paṇim ā gā amuṣṇāt
As with a hand, so with his roaring Indra cleft Vala through, the guardian of the cattle. Seeking the milk-draught with sweat shining comrades he stole the Pani's kine and left him weeping.
sa īṃ satyebhiḥ sakhibhiḥ śucadbhir godhāyasaṃ vi dhanasair adardaḥ brahmaṇaspatir vṛṣabhir varāhair gharmasvedebhir draviṇaṃ vy ānaṭ
He with bright faithful Friends, winners of booty, hath rent the milker of the cows asunder. Brihaspati with wild boars strong and mighty, sweating with heat, hath gained a rich possession.
te satyena manasā gopatiṃ gā iyānāsa iṣaṇayanta dhībhiḥ bṛhaspatir mithoavadyapebhir ud usriyā asṛjata svayugbhiḥ
They, longing for the kine, with faithful spirit incited with their hymns the Lord of cattle. Brihaspati freed the radiant cows with comrades self-yoked, averting shame from one another.
taṃ vardhayanto matibhiḥ śivābhiḥ siṃham iva nānadataṃ sadhasthe bṛhaspatiṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ śūrasātau bhare bhare anu madema jiṣṇum
In our assembly with auspicious praises exalting him who roareth like a lion, Maywe, in every fight where heroes conquer, rejoice in strong Brihaspati the Victor.
yadā vājam asanad viśvarūpam ā dyām arukṣad uttarāṇi sadma bṛhaspatiṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vardhayanto nānā santo bibhrato jyotir āsā
When he had won him every sort of booty and gone to heaven and its most lofty mansions, Men praised Brihaspati the Mighty, bringing the light within their mouths from sundry places.
satyām āśiṣaṃ kṛṇutā vayodhai kīriṃ ciddhy avatha svebhir evaiḥ paścā mṛdho apa bhavantu viśvās tad rodasī śṛṇutaṃ viśvaminve
Fulfil the prayer that begs for vital vigour: aid in your wonted manner even the humble. Let all our foes be turned and driven backward. Hear this, O Heaven and Earth, ye All-producers.
indro mahnā mahato arṇavasya vi mūrdhānam abhinad arbudasya ahann ahim ariṇāt sapta sindhūn devair dyāvāpṛthivī prāvataṃ naḥ
Indra with mighty strength cleft asunder the head of Arbuda the watery monster, Slain Ahi, and set free the Seven Rivers. O Heaven and Earth, with all the Gods protect us.