Rig Veda 3.30

This verse is not included in this edition.

The friends who offer Soma long to find thee: they pour forth Soma and present their viands. They bear unmoved the cursing of the people, for all our wisdom comes from thee, O Indra.

na te dūre paramā cid rajāṃsy ā tu pra yāhi harivo haribhyām sthirāya vṛṣṇe savanā kṛtemā yuktā grāvāṇaḥ samidhāne agnau

Not far for thee are mid-air's loftiest regions: start hither, Lord of Bays, with thy Bay Horses. Made for the Firm and Strong are these libations. The pressing-stones are set and fire is kindled.

indraḥ suśipro maghavā tarutro mahāvrātas tuvikūrmir ṛghāvān yad ugro dhā bādhito martyeṣu kva tyā te vṛṣabha vīryāṇi

Fair cheeks hath Indra, Maghavan, the Victor, Lord of a great host, Stormer, strong in action. What once thou didst in might when mortals vexed thee,-where now, O Bull, are those thy hero exploits?

tvaṃ hi ṣmā cyāvayann acyutāny eko vṛtrā carasi jighnamānaḥ tava dyāvāpṛthivī parvatāso 'nu vratāya nimiteva tasthuḥ

For, overthrowing what hath ne'er been shaken, thou goest forth alone destroying Vritras. For him who followeth thy Law the mountains and heaven and earth stand as if firmly stablished.

utābhaye puruhūta śravobhir eko dṛḍham avado vṛtrahā san ime cid indra rodasī apāre yat saṃgṛbhṇā maghavan kāśir it te

Yea, Much-invoked! in safety through thy glories alone thou speakest truth as Vritra's slayer. E'en these two boundless worlds to thee, O Indra, what time thou graspest them, are but a handful.

pra sū ta indra pravatā haribhyām pra te vajraḥ pramṛṇann etu śatrūn jahi pratīco anūcaḥ parāco viśvaṃ satyaṃ kṛṇuhi viṣṭam astu

Forthwith thy Bay steeds down the steep, O Indra, forth, crushing foemen, go thy bolt of thunder! Slay those who meet thee, those who flee, who follow: make all thy promise true; be all completed.

yasmai dhāyur adadhā martyāyābhaktaṃ cid bhajate gehyaṃ saḥ bhadrā ta indra sumatir ghṛtācī sahasradānā puruhūta rātiḥ

The man to whom thou givest as Provider enjoys domestic plenty undivided. Blest, Indra, is thy favour dropping fatness: thy worship, Much-invoked! brings gifts in thousands.

sahadānum puruhūta kṣiyantam ahastam indra sam piṇak kuṇārum abhi vṛtraṃ vardhamānam piyārum apādam indra tavasā jaghantha

Thou, Indra, Much-invoked! didst crush to pieces Kunaru handless fiend who dwelt with Danu. Thou with might, Indra, smotest dead the scorner, the footless Vritra as he waxed in vigour.

astabhnād dyāṃ vṛṣabho antarikṣam arṣantv āpas tvayeha prasūtāḥ

Thou hast established in her seat, O Indra, the level earth, vast, vigorous, unbounded. The Bull hath propped the heaven and air's mid-region. By thee sent onward let the floods flow hither.

alātṛṇo vala indra vrajo goḥ purā hantor bhayamāno vy āra sugān patho akṛṇon niraje gāḥ prāvan vāṇīḥ puruhūtaṃ dhamantīḥ

He who withheld the kine, in silence I yielded in fear before thy blow, O Indra. He made paths easy to drive forth the cattle. Loud-breathing praises helped the Much-invoked One.

eko dve vasumatī samīcī indra ā paprau pṛthivīm uta dyām utāntarikṣād abhi naḥ samīka iṣo rathīḥ sayujaḥ śūra vājān

Indra alone filled full the earth and heaven, the Pair who meet together, rich in treasures. Yea, bring thou near us from the air's mid-region strength, on thy car, and wholesome food, O Hero.

diśaḥ sūryo na mināti pradiṣṭā dive dive haryaśvaprasūtāḥ saṃ yad ānaḍ adhvana ād id aśvair vimocanaṃ kṛṇute tat tv asya

Surya transgresses not the ordered limits set daily by the Lord of Tawny Coursers. When to the goal he comes, his journey ended, his Steeds he looses: this is Indra's doing.

didṛkṣanta uṣaso yāmann aktor vivasvatyā mahi citram anīkam viśve jānanti mahinā yad āgād indrasya karma sukṛtā purūṇi

Men gladly in the course of night would look on the broad bright front of the refulgent Morning; And all acknowledge, when she comes in glory, the manifold and goodly works of Indra.

mahi jyotir nihitaṃ vakṣaṇāsv āmā pakvaṃ carati bibhratī gauḥ viśvaṃ svādma saṃbhṛtam usriyāyāṃ yat sīm indro adadhād bhojanāya

A mighty splendour rests upon her bosom: bearing ripe milk the Cow, unripe, advances. All sweetness is collected in the Heifer, sweetness which Indra made for our enjoyment.

indra dṛhya yāmakośā abhūvan yajñāya śikṣa gṛṇate sakhibhyaḥ durmāyavo durevā martyāso niṣaṅgiṇo ripavo hantvāsaḥ

Barring the way they come. Be firm, O Indra; aid friends to sacrifice and him who singeth. These must be slain by thee, malignant mortals, armed with ill arts, our quiver bearing foemen.

saṃ ghoṣaḥ śṛṇve 'vamair amitrair jahī ny eṣv aśaniṃ tapiṣṭhām vṛścem adhastād vi rujā sahasva jahi rakṣo maghavan randhayasva

A cry is beard from enemies most near us: against them send thy fiercest-flaming weapon. Rend them from under, crush them and subdue them. Slay, Maghavan, and make the fiends our booty.

ud vṛha rakṣaḥ sahamūlam indra vṛścā madhyam praty agraṃ śṛṇīhi ā kīvataḥ salalūkaṃ cakartha brahmadviṣe tapuṣiṃ hetim asya

Root up the race of Rakshasas, O Indra rend it in front and crush it in the middle. How long hast thou bebaved as one who wavers? Cast thy hot dart at him who hates devotion:

svastaye vājibhiś ca praṇetaḥ saṃ yan mahīr iṣa āsatsi pūrvīḥ rāyo vantāro bṛhataḥ syāmāsme astu bhaga indra prajāvān

When borne by strong Steeds for our weal, O Leader, thou seatest thee at many noble viands. May we be winners of abundant riches. May Indra be our wealth with store of children.

ā no bhara bhagam indra dyumantaṃ ni te deṣṇasya dhīmahi prareke ūrva iva paprathe kāmo asme tam ā pṛṇa vasupate vasūnām

Bestow on us resplendent wealth. O Indra let us enjoy thine overflow of bounty. Wide as a sea our longing hath expanded, fulfil it, O thou Treasure-Lord of treasures.

imaṃ kāmam mandayā gobhir aśvaiś candravatā rādhasā paprathaś ca svaryavo matibhis tubhyaṃ viprā indrāya vāhaḥ kuśikāso akran

With kine and horses satisfy this longing with very splendid bounty skill extend it. Seeking the light, with hymns to thee, O Indra, Kusikas have brought their gift, the singers.

ā no gotrā dardṛhi gopate gāḥ sam asmabhyaṃ sanayo yantu vājāḥ divakṣā asi vṛṣabha satyaśuṣmo 'smabhyaṃ su maghavan bodhi godāḥ

Lord of the kine, burst the kine's stable open: cows shall be ours, and strength that wins the booty. Hero, whose might is true, thy home is heaven: to us, O Maghavan, grant gifts of cattle.

śunaṃ huvema maghavānam indram asmin bhare nṛtamaṃ vājasātau śṛṇvantam ugram ūtaye samatsu ghnantaṃ vṛtrāṇi saṃjitaṃ dhanānām

Call we on Maghavan, auspicious Indra, best Hero in this fight where spoil is gathered, The Strong who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vritras, wins and gathers riches.