Rig Veda
vasūnāṃ vā carkṛṣa iyakṣan dhiyā vā yajñair vā rodasyoḥ arvanto vā ye rayimantaḥ sātau vanuṃ vā ye suśruṇaṃ suśruto dhuḥ
I am prepared to laud with song or worship the Noble Ones who are in earth and heaven, Or Coursers who have triumphed in, the contest, or those who famed, have won the prize with glory.
hava eṣām asuro nakṣata dyāṃ śravasyatā manasā niṃsata kṣām cakṣāṇā yatra suvitāya devā dyaur na vārebhiḥ kṛṇavanta svaiḥ
Their call, the call of Gods, went up to heaven: they kissed the ground with glory-seeking spirit, There where the Gods look on for happy fortune, and like the kindly heavens bestow their bounties.
iyam eṣām amṛtānāṃ gīḥ sarvatātā ye kṛpaṇanta ratnam dhiyaṃ ca yajñaṃ ca sādhantas te no dhāntu vasavyam asāmi
This is the song of those Immortal Beings who long for treasures in their full perfection. May these, completing prayers and sacrifices, bestow upon us wealth where naught is wanting.
ā tat ta indrāyavaḥ panantābhi ya ūrvaṃ gomantaṃ titṛtsān sakṛtsvaṃ ye puruputrām mahīṃ sahasradhārām bṛhatīṃ dudukṣan
Those living men extolled thy deed, O Indra, those who would fain burst through the stall of cattle, Fain to milk her who bare but once, great, lofty, whose Sons are many and her streams past number.
śacīva indram avase kṛṇudhvam anānataṃ damayantam pṛtanyūn ṛbhukṣaṇam maghavānaṃ suvṛktim bhartā yo vajraṃ naryam purukṣuḥ
Sachivan, win to your assistance Indra who never bends, who overcomes his foemen. Ribhukshan, Maghavan, the hymn's upholder, who, rich in food, bears man's kind friend, the thunder.
yad vāvāna purutamam purāṣāḍ ā vṛtrahendro nāmāny aprāḥ aceti prāsahas patis tuviṣmān yad īm uśmasi kartave karat tat
Since he who won of old anew hath triumphed, Indra hath earned his name of Vritra-slayer. He hath appeared, the mighty Lord of Conquest. What we would have him do let him accomplish.