Rig Veda
ā na indro dūrād ā na āsād abhiṣṭikṛd avase yāsad ugraḥ ojiṣṭhebhir nṛpatir vajrabāhuḥ saṃge samatsu turvaṇiḥ pṛtanyūn
From near or far away may mighty Indra giver of succour, come for our protection Lord of men, armed with thunder, with the Strongest, slaying his foes in conflict, in the battles.
ā na indro haribhir yātv acchārvācīno 'vase rādhase ca tiṣṭhāti vajrī maghavā virapśīmaṃ yajñam anu no vājasātau
May Indra come to us with Tawny Coursers, inclined to us, to favour and enrich us. May Maghavan, loud-voiced and wielding thunder, stand by us at this sacrifice, in combat.
imaṃ yajñaṃ tvam asmākam indra puro dadhat saniṣyasi kratuṃ naḥ śvaghnīva vajrin sanaye dhanānāṃ tvayā vayam arya ājiṃ jayema
Thou, honouring this our sacrifice, O Indra, shalt give us strength and fill us full of courage. To win the booty, Thunder-armed! like hunters may we with thee subdue in fight our foemen.
uśann u ṣu ṇaḥ sumanā upāke somasya nu suṣutasya svadhāvaḥ pā indra pratibhṛtasya madhvaḥ sam andhasā mamadaḥ pṛṣṭhyena
Loving us well, benevolent, close beside us, drink, Godlike Indra, of the well pressed Soma. Drink of the meath we offer, and delight thee with food that cometh from the mountain ridges.
vi yo rarapśa ṛṣibhir navebhir vṛkṣo na pakvaḥ sṛṇyo na jetā maryo na yoṣām abhi manyamāno 'cchā vivakmi puruhūtam indram
Him who is sung aloud by recent sages, like a ripe-fruited tree, a scythe-armed victor,- I, like a bridegroom thinking of his consort, call hither Indra, him invoked of many;
girir na yaḥ svatavāṁ ṛṣva indraḥ sanād eva sahase jāta ugraḥ ādartā vajraṃ sthaviraṃ na bhīma udneva kośaṃ vasunā nyṛṣṭam
Him who in native strength is like a mountain, the lofty Indra born or old for conquest, Terrific wielder of the ancient thunder. filled full with splendour as a jar with water.
na yasya vartā januṣā nv asti na rādhasa āmarītā maghasya udvāvṛṣāṇas taviṣīva ugrāsmabhyaṃ daddhi puruhūta rāyaḥ
Whom from of old there is not one to hinder, none to curtail the riches of his bounty. Pouring forth freely, O thou Strong and Mighty, vouchsafe us riches, God invoked of many!
īkṣe rāyaḥ kṣayasya carṣaṇīnām uta vrajam apavartāsi gonām śikṣānaraḥ samitheṣu prahāvān vasvo rāśim abhinetāsi bhūrim
Of wealth and homes of men thou art the ruler, and opener of the stable of the cattle. Helper of men, winner of spoil in combats, thou leadest to an ample heap of riches.
kayā tacchṛṇve śacyā śaciṣṭho yayā kṛṇoti muhu kā cid ṛṣvaḥ puru dāśuṣe vicayiṣṭho aṃho 'thā dadhāti draviṇaṃ jaritre
By what great might is he renowned as strongest, wherewith the Lofty One stirs up wild battles? Best soother of the worshipper's great sorrow, he gives possessions to the man who lauds him.
mā no mardhīr ā bharā daddhi tan naḥ pra dāśuṣe dātave bhūri yat te navye deṣṇe śaste asmin ta ukthe pra bravāma vayam indra stuvantaḥ
Slay us not; bring, bestow onus the ample gift which thou hast to give to him who offers. At this new gift, with this laud sung before thee, extolling thee, we, Indra, will declare it.
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. A new hymn, Lord of Bays! for thee is fashioned. May we, car-born, through song be victors ever.