Rig Veda
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As one brings forth his car when fain for combat, so bring we power to thee- regard us, Indra- Well skilled in song, thoughtful in spirit, seeking great bliss from one like thee amid the Heroes.
tvaṃ na indra tvābhir ūtī tvāyato abhiṣṭipāsi janān tvam ino dāśuṣo varūtetthādhīr abhi yo nakṣati tvā
Indra, thou art our own with thy protection, a guardian near to men who love thee truly, Active art thou, the liberal man's defender, his who draws near to thee with right devotion.
sa no yuvendro johūtraḥ sakhā śivo narām astu pātā yaḥ śaṃsantaṃ yaḥ śaśamānam ūtī pacantaṃ ca stuvantaṃ ca praṇeṣat
May Indra, called with solemn invocations. the young, the Friend, be men's auspicious keeper, One who will further with his aid the singer, the toiler, praiser, dresser of oblations.
tam u stuṣa indraṃ taṃ gṛṇīṣe yasmin purā vāvṛdhuḥ śāśaduś ca sa vasvaḥ kāmam pīparad iyāno brahmaṇyato nūtanasyāyoḥ
With laud and song let me extol that Indra in whom of old men prospered and were mighty. May he, implored, fulfil the prayer for plenty of him who worships, of the living mortal.
so aṅgirasām ucathā jujuṣvān brahmā tūtod indro gātum iṣṇan muṣṇann uṣasaḥ sūryeṇa stavān aśnasya cicchiśnathat pūrvyāṇi
He, Indra whom the Angirases' praise delighted, strengthened their prayer and made their goings prosper. Stealing away the mornings with the sunlight, he, lauded, crushed even Asna's ancient powers.
sa ha śruta indro nāma deva ūrdhvo bhuvan manuṣe dasmatamaḥ ava priyam arśasānasya sāhvāñchiro bharad dāsasya svadhāvān
He verily, the God, the glorious Indra, hath raised him up for man, best Wonder-Worker. He, self-reliant, mighty and triumphant, brought low the dear head of the wicked Dasa.
sa vṛtrahendraḥ kṛṣṇayonīḥ purandaro dāsīr airayad vi ajanayan manave kṣām apaś ca satrā śaṃsaṃ yajamānasya tūtot
Indra the Vritra-slayer, Fort-destroyer, scattered the Dasa hosts who dwelt in darkness. For men hath he created earth and waters, and ever helped the prayer of him who worships.
tasmai tavasyam anu dāyi satrendrāya devebhir arṇasātau prati yad asya vajram bāhvor dhur hatvī dasyūn pura āyasīr ni tārīt
To him in might the Gods have ever yielded, to Indra in the tumult of the battle. When in his arms they laid the bolt, he slaughtered the Dasyus and cast down their forts of iron.
nūnaṃ sā te prati varaṃ jaritre duhīyad indra dakṣiṇā maghonī śikṣā stotṛbhyo māti dhag bhago no bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ
Now may that wealthy Cow of thine, O Indra, give in return a boon to him who lauds thee. Give to thy praisers: let not fortune fail us. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.