Rig Veda
ayam panthā anuvittaḥ purāṇo yato devā udajāyanta viśve ataś cid ā janiṣīṣṭa pravṛddho mā mātaram amuyā pattave kaḥ
This is the ancient and accepted pathway by which all Gods have come into existence. Hereby could one be born though waxen mighty. Let him not, otherwise, destroy his Mother.
nāham ato nir ayā durgahaitat tiraścatā pārśvān nir gamāṇi bahūni me akṛtā kartvāni yudhyai tvena saṃ tvena pṛcchai
Not this way go I forth: hard is the passage. Forth from the side obliquely will I issue. Much that is yet undone must I accomplish; one must I combat and the other question.
parāyatīm mātaram anv acaṣṭa na nānu gāny anu nū gamāni tvaṣṭur gṛhe apibat somam indraḥ śatadhanyaṃ camvoḥ sutasya
He bent his eye upon the dying Mother: My word I now withdraw. That way I follow. In Tvashtar's dwelling India drank the Soma, a hundredworth of juice pressed from the mortar.
kiṃ sa ṛdhak kṛṇavad yaṃ sahasram māso jabhāra śaradaś ca pūrvīḥ nahī nv asya pratimānam asty antar jāteṣūta ye janitvāḥ
What strange act shall he do, he whom his Mother bore for a thousand months and many autumns? No peer hath he among those born already, nor among those who shall be born hereafter.
avadyam iva manyamānā guhākar indram mātā vīryeṇā nyṛṣṭam athod asthāt svayam atkaṃ vasāna ā rodasī apṛṇāj jāyamānaḥ
Deeming him a reproach, his mother hid him, Indra, endowed with all heroic valour. Then up he sprang himself, assumed his vesture, and filled, as soon as born, the earth and heaven.
etā arṣanty alalābhavantīr ṛtāvarīr iva saṃkrośamānāḥ etā vi pṛccha kim idam bhananti kam āpo adrim paridhiṃ rujanti
With lively motion onward flow these waters, the Holy Ones, shouting, as 'twere, together. Ask them to. tell thee what the floods are saying, what girdling rock the waters burst asunder.
kim u ṣvid asmai nivido bhanantendrasyāvadyaṃ didhiṣanta āpaḥ mamaitān putro mahatā vadhena vṛtraṃ jaghanvāṁ asṛjad vi sindhūn
Are they addressing him with words of welcome? Will the floods take on them the shame of Indra? With his great thunderbolt my Son hath slaughtered Vritra, and set these rivers free to wander.
mamac cana tvā yuvatiḥ parāsa mamac cana tvā kuṣavā jagāra mamac cid āpaḥ śiśave mamṛḍyur mamac cid indraḥ sahasod atiṣṭhat
I cast thee from me, mine,-thy youthful mother: thee, mine own offspring, Kusava hath swallowed. To him, mine infant, were the waters gracious. Indra, my Son, rose up in conquering vigour.
mamac cana te maghavan vyaṃso nivividhvāṁ apa hanū jaghāna adhā nividdha uttaro babhūvāñchiro dāsasya sam piṇag vadhena
Thou art mine own, O Maghavan, whom Vyamsa struck to the ground and smote thy jaws in pieces. But, smitten through, the mastery thou wonnest, and with thy bolt the Dasa's head thou crushedst.
gṛṣṭiḥ sasūva sthaviraṃ tavāgām anādhṛṣyaṃ vṛṣabhaṃ tumram indram arīﾱhaṃ vatsaṃ carathāya mātā svayaṃ gātuṃ tanva icchamānam
The Heifer hath brought forth the Strong, the Mighty, the unconquerable Bull, the furious Indra. The Mother left her unlicked Calf to wander, seeking himself, the path that he would follow.
uta mātā mahiṣam anv avenad amī tvā jahati putra devāḥ athābravīd vṛtram indro haniṣyan sakhe viṣṇo vitaraṃ vi kramasva
Then to her mighty Child the Mother turned her, saying, My son, these Deities forsake thee. Then Indra said, about to slaughter Vritra, O my friend Vritra, stride full boldly forward.
kas te mātaraṃ vidhavām acakracchayuṃ kas tvām ajighāṃsac carantam kas te devo adhi mārḍīka āsīd yat prākṣiṇāḥ pitaram pādagṛhya
Who was he then who made thy Mother widow? Who sought to stay thee lying still or moving? What God, when by the foot thy Sire thou tookest and slewest, was at hand to give thee comfort?
avartyā śuna āntrāṇi pece na deveṣu vivide marḍitāram apaśyaṃ jāyām amahīyamānām adhā me śyeno madhv ā jabhāra
In deep distress I cooked a dog's intestines. Among the Gods I found not one to comfort. My consort I beheld in degradation. The Falcon then brought me the pleasant Soma.