Rig Veda
ā mandrair indra haribhir yāhi mayūraromabhiḥ mā tvā kecin ni yaman viṃ na pāśino 'ti dhanveva tāṁ ihi
Come hither, Indra, with Bay Steeds, joyous, with tails like peacocks' plumes. Let no men cheek thy course as fowlers stay the bird: pass o'er them as o'er desert lands.
vṛtrakhādo valaṃrujaḥ purāṃ darmo apām ajaḥ sthātā rathasya haryor abhisvara indro dṛﾱhā cid ārujaḥ
He who slew Vritra, burst the cloud, brake the strongholds and drave the floods, Indra who mounts his chariot at his Bay Steeds' cry, shatters e'en things that stand most firm.
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Like pools of water deep and full, like kine thou cherishest thy might; Like the milch-cows that go well-guarded to the mead, like water-brooks that reach the lake.
ā nas tujaṃ rayim bharāṃśaṃ na pratijānate vṛkṣam pakvam phalam aṅkīva dhūnuhīndra sampāraṇaṃ vasu
Bring thou us wealth with power to strike, our share, 'gainst him who calls it his. Shake, Indra, as with hooks, the tree for ripened fruit, for wealth to satisfy our wish.
svayur indra svarāﾱ asi smaddiṣṭiḥ svayaśastaraḥ sa vāvṛdhāna ojasā puruṣṭuta bhavā naḥ suśravastamaḥ
Indra, self-ruling Lord art thou, good Leader, of most glorious fame. So, waxen in thy strength, O thou whom many praise, be thou most swift to hear our call.