Rig Veda 4.22

yan na indro jujuṣe yac ca vaṣṭi tan no mahān karati śuṣmy ā cit brahma stomam maghavā somam ukthā yo aśmānaṃ śavasā bibhrad eti

That gift of ours which Indra loves and welcomes, even that he makes for us, the Great and Strong One. He who comes wielding in his might the thunder, Maghavan, gives prayer, praise, and laud, and Soma.

vṛṣā vṛṣandhiṃ caturaśrim asyann ugro bāhubhyāṃ nṛtamaḥ śacīvān śriye paruṣṇīm uṣamāṇa ūrṇāṃ yasyāḥ parvāṇi sakhyāya vivye

Bull, hurler of the four-edged rain-producer with both his arms, strong, mighty, most heroic; Wearing as wool Parushni for adornment, whose joints for sake of friendship he hath covered.

yo devo devatamo jāyamāno maho vājebhir mahadbhiś ca śuṣmaiḥ dadhāno vajram bāhvor uśantaṃ dyām amena rejayat pra bhūma

God who of all the Gods was born divinest, endowed with ample strength and mighty powers, And bearing in his arms the yearning thunder, with violent rush caused heaven and earth to tremble.

viśvā rodhāṃsi pravataś ca pūrvīr dyaur ṛṣvāj janiman rejata kṣāḥ ā mātarā bharati śuṣmy ā gor nṛvat parijman nonuvanta vātāḥ

Before the High God, at his birth, heaven trembled, earth, many floods and all the precipices. The Strong One bringeth nigh the Bull's two Parents: loud sing the winds, like men, in air's mid-region.

tā tū ta indra mahato mahāni viśveṣv it savaneṣu pravācyā yacchūra dhṛṣṇo dhṛṣatā dadhṛṣvān ahiṃ vajreṇa śavasāviveṣīḥ

These are thy great deeds, Indra, thine, the Mighty, deeds to be told aloud at all libations, That thou, O Hero, bold and boldly daring, didst with thy bolt, by strength, destroy the Dragon.

tā tū te satyā tuvinṛmṇa viśvā pra dhenavaḥ sisrate vṛṣṇa ūdhnaḥ adhā ha tvad vṛṣamaṇo bhiyānāḥ pra sindhavo javasā cakramanta

True are all these thy deeds, O Most Heroic. The Milch-kine issued from the streaming udder. In fear of thee, O thou of manly spirit, the rivers swiftly set themselves in motion.

atrāha te harivas tā u devīr avobhir indra stavanta svasāraḥ yat sīm anu pra muco badbadhānā dīrghām anu prasitiṃ syandayadhyai

With joy, O Indra, Lord of Tawny Coursers, the Sisters then, these Goddesses, extolled thee, When thou didst give the prisoned ones their freedom to wander at their will in long succession.

asmadryak chuśucānasya yamyā āśur na raśmiṃ tuvyojasaṃ goḥ

Pressed is the gladdening stalk as 'twere a river: so let the rite, the toiler's power, attract thee To us-ward, of the Bright One, as the courser strains his. exceedingly strong leather bridle.

asme varṣiṣṭhā kṛṇuhi jyeṣṭhā nṛmṇāni satrā sahure sahāṃsi asmabhyaṃ vṛtrā suhanāni randhi jahi vadhar vanuṣo martyasya

Ever by us perform thy most heroic, thine highest, best victorious deeds, O Victor. For us make Vritras easy to be conquered: destroy the weapon of our mortal foeman.

asmākam it su śṛṇuhi tvam indrāsmabhyaṃ citrāṁ upa māhi vājān asmabhyaṃ viśvā iṣaṇaḥ purandhīr asmākaṃ su maghavan bodhi godāḥ

Graciously listen to our prayer, O Indra, and strength of varied sort bestow thou on us. Send to us all intelligence arid wisdom O Maghavan, be he who gives us cattle.

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 wealth swell high like rivers to the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.