Rig Veda
indram matir hṛda ā vacyamānācchā patiṃ stomataṣṭā jigāti yā jāgṛvir vidathe śasyamānendra yat te jāyate viddhi tasya
To Indra from the heart the hymn proceedeth, to him the Lord, recited, built with praises; The wakening song sung forth in holy synod: that which is born for thee, O Indra, notice.
divaś cid ā pūrvyā jāyamānā vi jāgṛvir vidathe śasyamānā bhadrā vastrāṇy arjunā vasānā seyam asme sanajā pitryā dhīḥ
Born from the heaven e'en in the days aforetime, wakening, sting aloud in holy synod, Auspicious, clad in white and shining raiment, this is the ancient hymn of our forefathers.
yamā cid atra yamasūr asūta jihvāyā agram patad ā hy asthāt vapūṃṣi jātā mithunā sacete tamohanā tapuṣo budhna etā
The Mother of the Twins hath borne Twin Children: my tongue's tip raised itself and rested silent. Killing the darkness at the light's foundation, the Couple newly born attain their beauty.
nakir eṣāṃ ninditā martyeṣu ye asmākam pitaro goṣu yodhāḥ indra eṣāṃ dṛṃhitā māhināvān ud gotrāṇi sasṛje daṃsanāvān
Not one is found among them, none of mortals, to blame our sires who fought to win the cattle. Their strengthener was Indra the Majestic he spread their stalls of kine the Wonder-Worker.
sakhā ha yatra sakhibhir navagvair abhijñv ā satvabhir gā anugman satyaṃ tad indro daśabhir daśagvaiḥ sūryaṃ viveda tamasi kṣiyantam
Where as a Friend with friendly men, Navagvas, with heroes, on his knees he sought the cattle. There, verily with ten Dasagvas Indra found the Sun lying hidden in the darkness.
indro madhu saṃbhṛtam usriyāyām padvad viveda śaphavan name goḥ guhā hitaṃ guhyaṃ gūḍham apsu haste dadhe dakṣiṇe dakṣiṇāvān
Indra found meath collected in the milch-cow, by foot and hoof, in the cow's place of pasture. That which lay secret, hidden in the waters, he held in his right hand, the rich rewarder.
jyotir vṛṇīta tamaso vijānann āre syāma duritād abhīke imā giraḥ somapāḥ somavṛddha juṣasvendra purutamasya kāroḥ
He took the light, discerning it from darkness: may we be far removed from all misfortune. These songs, O Soma-drinker, cheered by Soma, Indra, accept from thy most zealous poet.
jyotir yajñāya rodasī anu ṣyād āre syāma duritasya bhūreḥ bhūri ciddhi tujato martyasya supārāso vasavo barhaṇāvat
Let there be light through both the worlds for worship: may we be far from most overwhelming evil. Great woe comes even from the hostile mortal, piled up; but good at rescue are the Vasus.
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 the fight where spoil is gathered, The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vritras, wins and gathers riches.