Rig Veda
tvam mahāṁ indra tubhyaṃ ha kṣā anu kṣatram maṃhanā manyata dyauḥ tvaṃ vṛtraṃ śavasā jaghanvān sṛjaḥ sindhūṃr ahinā jagrasānān
Great art thou, Indra; yea, the earth, with gladness, and heaven confess to thee thine high dominion. Thou in thy vigour having slaughtered Vritra didst free the floods arrested by the Dragon.
tava tviṣo janiman rejata dyau rejad bhūmir bhiyasā svasya manyoḥ ṛghāyanta subhvaḥ parvatāsa ārdan dhanvāni sarayanta āpaḥ
Heaven trembled at the birth of thine effulgence; Earth trembled at the fear of thy displeasure. The stedfast mountains shook in agitation . the waters flowed, and desert spots were flooded.
bhinad giriṃ śavasā vajram iṣṇann āviṣkṛṇvānaḥ sahasāna ojaḥ vadhīd vṛtraṃ vajreṇa mandasānaḥ sarann āpo javasā hatavṛṣṇīḥ
Hurling his bolt with might he cleft the mountain, while, putting forth his strength, he showed his vigour. He slaughtered Vritra with his bolt, exulting, and, their lord slain, forth flowed the waters swiftly.
suvīras te janitā manyata dyaur indrasya kartā svapastamo bhūt ya īṃ jajāna svaryaṃ suvajram anapacyutaṃ sadaso na bhūma
Thy Father Dyaus esteemed himself a hero: most noble was the work of Indra's Maker, His who begat the strong bolt's Lord who roareth, immovable like earth from her foundation.
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He who alone o'erthrows the world of creatures, Indra the peoples' King, invoked of many- Verily all rejoice in him, extolling the boons which Maghavan the God hath sent them.
satrā somā abhavann asya viśve satrā madāso bṛhato madiṣṭhāḥ satrābhavo vasupatir vasūnāṃ datre viśvā adhithā indra kṛṣṭīḥ
All Soma juices are his own for ever, most gladdening draughts are ever his, the Mighty, Thou ever wast the Treasure-Lord of treasures: Indra, thou lettest all folk share thy bounty.
tvam adha prathamaṃ jāyamāno 'me viśvā adhithā indra kṛṣṭīḥ tvam prati pravata āśayānam ahiṃ vajreṇa maghavan vi vṛścaḥ
Moreover, when thou first wast born, O Indra, thou struckest terror into all the people. Thou, Maghavan, rentest with thy bolt the Dragon who lay against the waterfloods of heaven.
satrāhaṇaṃ dādhṛṣiṃ tumram indram mahām apāraṃ vṛṣabhaṃ suvajram hantā yo vṛtraṃ sanitota vājaṃ dātā maghāni maghavā surādhāḥ
The ever-slaying, bold and furious Indra, the bright bolt's Lord, infinite, strong and mighty, Who slayeth Vritra and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, Maghavan the bounteous:
ayaṃ vṛtaś cātayate samīcīr ya ājiṣu maghavā śṛṇva ekaḥ ayaṃ vājam bharati yaṃ sanoty asya priyāsaḥ sakhye syāma
Alone renowned as Maghavan in battles, he frighteneth away assembled armies. He bringeth us the booty that he winneth may we, well-loved, continue in his friendship.
ayaṃ śṛṇve adha jayann uta ghnann ayam uta pra kṛṇute yudhā gāḥ yadā satyaṃ kṛṇute manyum indro viśvaṃ dṛﾱham bhayata ejad asmāt
Renowned is he when conquering and when slaying: 'fis he who winneth cattle in the combat. When Indra hardeneth his indignation all that is fixed and all that moveth fear him.
sam indro gā ajayat saṃ hiraṇyā sam aśviyā maghavā yo ha pūrvīḥ ebhir nṛbhir nṛtamo asya śākai rāyo vibhaktā sambharaś ca vasvaḥ
Indra hath won all kine, all gold, all horses, Maghavan, he who breaketh forts in pieces; Most manly with these men of his who help him, dealing out wealth and gathering the treasure.
kiyat svid indro adhy eti mātuḥ kiyat pitur janitur yo jajāna yo asya śuṣmam muhukair iyarti vāto na jūta stanayadbhir abhraiḥ
What is the care of Indra for his Mother, what cares he for the Father who begat him? His care is that which speeds his might in conflicts, like wind borne onward by the clouds that thunder.
kṣiyantaṃ tvam akṣiyantaṃ kṛṇotīyarti reṇum maghavā samoham vibhañjanur aśanimāṁ iva dyaur uta stotāram maghavā vasau dhāt
Maghavan makes the settled man unsettled: he scatters dust that he hath swept together, Breaking in pieces like Heaven armed with lightning: Maghavan shall enrich the man who lauds h;m.
ayaṃ cakram iṣaṇat sūryasya ny etaśaṃ rīramat sasṛmāṇam ā kṛṣṇa īṃ juhurāṇo jigharti tvaco budhne rajaso asya yonau
He urged the chariot-wheel of Surya forward: Etasa, speeding on his way, he rested. Him the black undulating cloud bedeweth, in this mid-air's depth, at the base of darkness,
asiknyāṃ yajamāno na hotā
As in the night the sacrificing priest.
gavyanta indraṃ sakhyāya viprā aśvāyanto vṛṣaṇaṃ vājayantaḥ janīyanto janidām akṣitotim ā cyāvayāmo 'vate na kośam
Eager for booty, craving strength and horses, we-singers stir Indra, the strong, for friendship, Who gives the wives we seek, whose succour fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher to the fountain.
trātā no bodhi dadṛśāna āpir abhikhyātā marḍitā somyānām sakhā pitā pitṛtamaḥ pitṝṇāṃ kartem u lokam uśate vayodhāḥ
Be thou our guardian, show thyself our kinsman, watching and blessing those who pour the Soma; As Friend, as Sire, most fatherly of fathers giving the suppliant vital strength and freedom.
sakhīyatām avitā bodhi sakhā gṛṇāna indra stuvate vayo dhāḥ vayaṃ hy ā te cakṛmā sabādha ābhiḥ śamībhir mahayanta indra
Be helping Friend of those who seek thy friendship . give life, when lauded, Indra, to the singer. For, Indra, we the priests have paid thee worship, exalting thee with these our sacrifices.
stuta indro maghavā yaddha vṛtrā bhūrīṇy eko apratīni hanti asya priyo jaritā yasya śarman nakir devā vārayante na martāḥ
Alone, when Indra Maghavan is lauded, he slayeth many ne'er-resisted Vritras. Him in whose keeping is the well-loved singer never do Gods or mortals stay or hinder.
evā na indro maghavā virapśī karat satyā carṣaṇīdhṛd anarvā tvaṃ rājā januṣāṃ dhehy asme adhi śravo māhinaṃ yaj jaritre
E’en so let Maghavan, the loud-voiced Indra, give us true blessings, foeless, men's upholder. King of all creatures, give us glory amply, exalted glory due to him who lauds thee.
nū ṣṭuta indra nū gṛṇāna iṣaṃ jaritre nadyo na pīpeḥ akāri te harivo brahma navyaṃ dhiyā syāma rathyaḥ sadāsāḥ
Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high like rivers for the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.