Rig Veda
carṣaṇīdhṛtam maghavānam ukthyam indraṃ giro bṛhatīr abhy anūṣata vāvṛdhānam puruhūtaṃ suvṛktibhir amartyaṃ jaramāṇaṃ dive dive
High hymns have sounded forth the praise of Maghavan, supporter of mankind, of Indra meet for lauds; Him who hath waxen great, invoked with beauteous songs, Immortal One, whose praise each day is sung aloud.
śatakratum arṇavaṃ śākinaṃ naraṃ giro ma indram upa yanti viśvataḥ vājasanim pūrbhidaṃ tūrṇim apturaṃ dhāmasācam abhiṣācaṃ svarvidam
To Indra from all sides go forth my songs of praise, the Lord of Hundred Powers, strong, Hero, like the sea, Swift, winner of the booty, breaker-down of forts, faithful and ever-glorious, finder of the light.
ākare vasor jaritā panasyate 'nehasa stubha indro duvasyati vivasvataḥ sadana ā hi pipriye satrāsāham abhimātihanaṃ stuhi
Where battle's spoil is piled the singer winneth praise, for Indra taketh care of matchless worshippers. He in Vivasvan's dwelling findeth his delight: praise thou the ever-conquering slayer of the foe.
nṛṇām u tvā nṛtamaṃ gīrbhir ukthair abhi pra vīram arcatā sabādhaḥ saṃ sahase purumāyo jihīte namo asya pradiva eka īśe
Thee, valorous, most heroic of the heroes, shall the priests glorify with song and praises. Full of all wondrous power he goes to conquest: worship is his, sole Lord from days aforetime.
pūrvīr asya niṣṣidho martyeṣu purū vasūni pṛthivī bibharti indrāya dyāva oṣadhīr utāpo rayiṃ rakṣanti jīrayo vanāni
Abundant are the gifts he gives to mortals: for him the earth bears a rich store of treasures. The heavens, the growing plants, the living waters, the forest trees preserve their wealth for Indra.
tubhyam brahmāṇi gira indra tubhyaṃ satrā dadhire harivo juṣasva bodhy āpir avaso nūtanasya sakhe vaso jaritṛbhyo vayo dhāḥ
To thee, O Indra, Lord of Bays, for ever are offered prayers and songs: accept them gladly. As Kinsman think thou of some fresh assistance; good Friend, give strength and life to those who praise thee.
tava praṇītī tava śūra śarmann ā vivāsanti kavayaḥ suyajñāḥ
Here, Indra, drink thou Soma with the Maruts, as thou didst drink the juice beside Saryata. Under thy guidance, in thy keeping, Hero, the singers serve, skilled in fair sacrifices.
sa vāvaśāna iha pāhi somam marudbhir indra sakhibhiḥ sutaṃ naḥ jātaṃ yat tvā pari devā abhūṣan mahe bharāya puruhūta viśve
So eagerly desirous drink the Soma, our juice, O Indra, with thy friends the Maruts, Since at thy birth all Deities adorned thee for the great fight, O thou invoked of many.
aptūrye maruta āpir eṣo 'mandann indram anu dātivārāḥ tebhiḥ sākam pibatu vṛtrakhādaḥ sutaṃ somaṃ dāśuṣaḥ sve sadhasthe
He was your comrade in your zeal, O Maruts: they, rich in noble gifts, rejoiced in Indra. With them together let the Vritra-slayer drink in his home the worshipper's libation.
idaṃ hy anv ojasā sutaṃ rādhānām pate pibā tv asya girvaṇaḥ
So, Lord of affluent gifts, this juice hath been pressed for thee with strength Drink of it, thou who lovest song.
yas te anu svadhām asat sute ni yaccha tanvam sa tvā mamattu somyam
Incline thy body to this juice which suits thy Godlike nature well: May it cheer thee who lovest it.
pra te aśnotu kukṣyoḥ prendra brahmaṇā śiraḥ pra bāhū śūra rādhase
Brave Indra, let it work through both thy flanks, and through thy head by prayer, And through thine arms, to prosper us.