Rig Veda
indrāparvatā bṛhatā rathena vāmīr iṣa ā vahataṃ suvīrāḥ vītaṃ havyāny adhvareṣu devā vardhethāṃ gīrbhir iﾱayā madantā
On a high car, O Parvata and Indra, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither. Enjoy the gifts, Gods, at our sacrifices wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our oblation.
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Stay still, O Maghavan, advance no farther. a draught of well-pressed Soma will I give thee. With sweetest song I grasp, O Mighty Indra, thy garment's hem as a child grasps his father's.
śaṃsāvādhvaryo prati me gṛṇīhīndrāya vāhaḥ kṛṇavāva juṣṭam edam barhir yajamānasya sīdāthā ca bhūd uktham indrāya śastam
Adhvaryu, sing we both; sing thou in answer: make we a laud acceptable to Indra. Upon this sacrificer's grass he seated: to Indra shall our eulogy be uttered.
jāyed astam maghavan sed u yonis tad it tvā yuktā harayo vahantu yadā kadā ca sunavāma somam agniṣ ṭvā dūto dhanvāty accha
A wife, O Maghavan is home and dwelling: so let thy Bay Steeds yoked convey thee hither. Whenever we press out for thee the Soma, let Agni as our Herald speed to call thee.
parā yāhi maghavann ā ca yāhīndra bhrātar ubhayatrā te artham yatrā rathasya bṛhato nidhānaṃ vimocanaṃ vājino rāsabhasya
Depart, O Maghavan; again come hither: both there and here thy goat is Indra, Brother, Where thy tall chariot hath a place to rest in, and where thou loosest thy loud-neighing Courser.
apāḥ somam astam indra pra yāhi kalyāṇīr jāyā suraṇaṃ gṛhe te yatrā rathasya bṛhato nidhānaṃ vimocanaṃ vājino dakṣiṇāvat
Thou hast drunk Soma, Indra, turn thee homeward; thy joy is in thy home, thy gracious Consort; Where thy tall chariot hath a place to rest in, and thy strong Courser is set free with guerdon.
ime bhojā aṅgiraso virūpā divas putrāso asurasya vīrāḥ viśvāmitrāya dadato maghāni sahasrasāve pra tiranta āyuḥ
Bounteous are these, Angirases, Virupas: the Asura's Heroes and the Sons of Heaven. They, giving store of wealth to Visvamitra, prolong his life through countless Soma-pressings.
rūpaṃ rūpam maghavā bobhavīti māyāḥ kṛṇvānas tanvam pari svām trir yad divaḥ pari muhūrtam āgāt svair mantrair anṛtupā ṛtāvā
Maghavan weareth every shape at pleasure, effecting magic changes in his body, Holy One, drinker out of season, coming thrice, in a moment, through fit prayers, from heaven.
mahāṁ ṛṣir devajā devajūto 'stabhnāt sindhum arṇavaṃ nṛcakṣāḥ viśvāmitro yad avahat sudāsam apriyāyata kuśikebhir indraḥ
The mighty sage, God-born and God-incited, who looks on men, restrained the billowy river. When Visvamitra was Sudas's escort, then Indra through the Kusikas grew friendly.
haṃsā iva kṛṇutha ślokam adribhir madanto gīrbhir adhvare sute sacā devebhir viprā ṛṣayo nṛcakṣaso vi pibadhvaṃ kuśikāḥ somyam madhu
Like swans, prepare a song of praise with pressing-stones, glad in your hymns with juice poured forth in sacrifice. Ye singers, with the Gods, sages who look on men, ye Kutikas drink up the Soma's savoury meath.
upa preta kuśikāś cetayadhvam aśvaṃ rāye pra muñcatā sudāsaḥ rājā vṛtraṃ jaṅghanat prāg apāg udag athā yajāte vara ā pṛthivyāḥ
Come forward, Kusikas, and be attentive; let loose Sudas's horse to win him riches. East, west, and north, let the King slay the foeman, then at earth's choicest place perform his worship.
ya ime rodasī ubhe aham indram atuṣṭavam viśvāmitrasya rakṣati brahmedam bhārataṃ janam
Praises to Indra have I sung, sustainer of this earth and heaven. This prayer of Visvamitra keeps secure the race of Bharatas.
viśvāmitrā arāsata brahmendrāya vajriṇe karad in naḥ surādhasaḥ
The Visvamitras have sung forth this prayer to Indra Thunder-aimed: So let him make us prosperous.
kiṃ te kṛṇvanti kīkaṭeṣu gāvo nāśiraṃ duhre na tapanti gharmam ā no bhara pramagandasya vedo naicāśākham maghavan randhayā naḥ
Among the Kikatas what do thy cattle? They pour no milky draught, they heat no caldron. Bring thou to us the wealth of Pramaganda; give up to us, O Maghavan, the low-born.
sasarparīr amatim bādhamānā bṛhan mimāya jamadagnidattā ā sūryasya duhitā tatāna śravo deveṣv amṛtam ajuryam
Sasarpari, the gift of Jamadagnis, hath lowed with mighty voice dispelling famine. The Daughter of the Sun hath spread our glory among the Gods, imperishable, deathless.
sasarparīr abharat tūyam ebhyo 'dhi śravaḥ pāñcajanyāsu kṛṣṭiṣu sā pakṣyā navyam āyur dadhānā yām me palastijamadagnayo daduḥ
Sasarpari brought glory speedily to these, over the generations of the Fivefold Race; Daughter of Paksha, she bestows new vital power, she whom the ancient Jamadagnis gave to me.
sthirau gāvau bhavatāṃ vīﾱur akṣo meṣā vi varhi mā yugaṃ vi śāri indraḥ pātalye dadatāṃ śarītor ariṣṭaneme abhi naḥ sacasva
Strong be the pair of oxen, firm the axles, let not the pole slip nor the yoke be broken. May Indra, keep the yoke-pins from decaying: attend us, thou whose fellies are uninjured.
balaṃ dhehi tanūṣu no balam indrānaﾱutsu naḥ balaṃ tokāya tanayāya jīvase tvaṃ hi baladā asi
O Indra, give our bodies strength, strength to the bulls who draw the wains, Strength to our seed and progeny that they may live, for thou art he who giveth strength.
abhi vyayasva khadirasya sāram ojo dhehi spandane śiṃśapāyām akṣa vīﾱo vīﾱita vīﾱayasva mā yāmād asmād ava jīhipo naḥ
Enclose thee in the heart of Khayar timber, in the car wrought of Sinsapa put firmness. Show thyself strong, O Axle, fixed and strengthened: throw us not from the car whereon we travel.
ayam asmān vanaspatir mā ca hā mā ca rīriṣat svasty ā gṛhebhya āvasā ā vimocanāt
Let not this sovran of the wood leave us forlorn or injure us. Safe may we be until we reach our homes and rest us and unyoke.
indrotibhir bahulābhir no adya yācchreṣṭhābhir maghavañchūra jinva yo no dveṣṭy adharaḥ sas padīṣṭa yam u dviṣmas tam u prāṇo jahātu
With various aids this day come to us, Indra, with best aids speed us, Maghavan, thou Hero. Let him who hateth us fall headlong downward: him whom we hate let vital breath abandon.
paraśuṃ cid vi tapati śimbalaṃ cid vi vṛścati ukhā cid indra yeṣantī prayastā phenam asyati
He heats his very axe, and then cuts a mere Semal blossom off. O Indra, like a caldron cracked and seething, so he pours out foam.
na sāyakasya cikite janāso lodhaṃ nayanti paśu manyamānāḥ nāvājinaṃ vājinā hāsayanti na gardabham puro aśvān nayanti
Men notice not the arrow, O ye people; they bring the red beast deeming it a bullock. A sluggish steed men run not with the courser, nor ever lead an ass before a charger.
ima indra bharatasya putrā apapitvaṃ cikitur na prapitvam hinvanty aśvam araṇaṃ na nityaṃ jyāvājam pari ṇayanty ājau
These men, the sons of Bharata, O Indra, regard not severance or close connexion. They urge their own steed as it were another's, and take him, swift as the bow's string, to battle.