Rig Veda
ā yāhy arvāṅ upa vandhureṣṭhās taved anu pradivaḥ somapeyam priyā sakhāyā vi mucopa barhis tvām ime havyavāho havante
Mounted upon thy chariot-seat approach us: thine is the Soma-draught from days aforetime. Loose for the sacred grass thy dear companions. These men who bring oblation call thee hither.
ā yāhi pūrvīr ati carṣaṇīr āṃ arya āśiṣa upa no haribhyām imā hi tvā mataya stomataṣṭā indra havante sakhyaṃ juṣāṇāḥ
Come our true Friend, passing by many people; come with thy two Bay Steeds to our devotions; For these our hymns are calling thee, O Indra, hymns formed for praise, soliciting thy friendship.
ā no yajñaṃ namovṛdhaṃ sajoṣā indra deva haribhir yāhi tūyam ahaṃ hi tvā matibhir johavīmi ghṛtaprayāḥ sadhamāde madhūnām
Pleased, with thy Bay Steeds, Indra, God, come quickly to this our sacrifice that heightens worship; For with my thoughts, presenting oil to feed thee, I call thee to the feast of sweet libations.
ā ca tvām etā vṛṣaṇā vahāto harī sakhāyā sudhurā svaṅgā dhānāvad indraḥ savanaṃ juṣāṇaḥ sakhā sakhyuḥ śṛṇavad vandanāni
Yea, let thy two Bay Stallions bear thee hither, well limbed and good to draw, thy dear companions. Pleased with the corn-blent offering which we bring thee, may Indra, Friend, hear his friend's adoration.
kuvin mā gopāṃ karase janasya kuvid rājānam maghavann ṛjīṣin kuvin ma ṛṣim papivāṃsaṃ sutasya kuvin me vasvo amṛtasya śikṣāḥ
Wilt thou not make me guardian of the people, make me, impetuous Maghavan, their ruler? Make me a Rishi having drunk of Soma? Wilt thou not give me wealth that lasts for ever?
ā tvā bṛhanto harayo yujānā arvāg indra sadhamādo vahantu pra ye dvitā diva ṛñjanty ātāḥ susaṃmṛṣṭāso vṛṣabhasya mūrāḥ
Yoked to thy chariot, led thy tall Bays, Indra, companions of thy banquet, bear thee hither, Who from of old press to heaven's farthest limits, the Bull's impetuous and well-groomed Horses.
indra piba vṛṣadhūtasya vṛṣṇa ā yaṃ te śyena uśate jabhāra yasya made cyāvayasi pra kṛṣṭīr yasya made apa gotrā vavartha
Drink of the strong pressed out by strong ones, Indra, that which the Falcon brought thee when thou longedst; In whose wild joy thou stirrest up the people, in whose wild joy thou didst unbar the cow-stalls.
śunaṃ huvema maghavānam indram asmin bhare nṛtamaṃ vājasātau śṛṇvantam ugram ūtaye samatsu ghnantaṃ vṛtrāṇi saṃjitaṃ dhanānām
Call we on Indra, Makhavan, auspicious, 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.