Rig Veda 3.50

indraḥ svāhā pibatu yasya soma āgatyā tumro vṛṣabho marutvān oruvyacāḥ pṛṇatām ebhir annair āsya havis tanvaḥ kāmam ṛdhyāḥ

Let Indra drink, All-hail! for his is Soma,-the mighty Bull come, girt by Maruts, hither. Far-reaching, let him fill him with these viands, and let our offering sate his body's longing.

ā te saparyū javase yunajmi yayor anu pradivaḥ śruṣṭim āvaḥ iha tvā dheyur harayaḥ suśipra pibā tv asya suṣutasya cāroḥ

I yoke thy pair of trusty Steeds for swiftness, whose faithful service from of old thou lovest. Here, fair of cheek! let thy Bay Coursers place thee: drink of this lovely welleffused libation.

gobhir mimikṣuṃ dadhire supāram indraṃ jyaiṣṭhyāya dhāyase gṛṇānāḥ mandānaḥ somam papivāṁ ṛjīṣin sam asmabhyam purudhā gā iṣaṇya

With milk they made Indra their good Preserver, lauding for help and rule the bounteous rainer. Impetuous God, when thou hast drunk the Soma, enraptured send us cattle in abundance.

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 still extend it. Seeking the light, with hymns to thee, O Indra, the Kusikas have brought their gift, the singers.

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.