Rig Veda
kā suṣṭutiḥ śavasaḥ sūnum indram arvācīnaṃ rādhasa ā vavartat dadir hi vīro gṛṇate vasūni sa gopatir niṣṣidhāṃ no janāsaḥ
What worthy praise will bring before us Indra, the Son of Strength, that he may grant us riches; For he the Hero, gives the singer treasures: he is the Lord who sends us gifts, ye people.
sa vṛtrahatye havyaḥ sa īḍyaḥ sa suṣṭuta indraḥ satyarādhāḥ sa yāmann ā maghavā martyāya brahmaṇyate suṣvaye varivo dhāt
To be invoked and hymned in fight with Vritra, that well-praised Indra gives us real bounties. That Maghavan brings comfort in the foray to the religious man who pours libations.
tam in naro vi hvayante samīke ririkvāṃsas tanvaḥ kṛṇvata trām mitho yat tyāgam ubhayāso agman naras tokasya tanayasya sātau
Him, verily, the men invoke in combat; risking their lives they make him their protector, When heroes, foe to foe, give up their bodies, fighting, each side, for children and their offspring.
kratūyanti kṣitayo yoga ugrāśuṣāṇāso mitho arṇasātau saṃ yad viśo 'vavṛtranta yudhmā ād in nema indrayante abhīke
Strong God! the folk at need put forth their vigour, striving together in the whirl of battle. When warrior bands encounter one another some in the grapple quit themselves like Indra.
ād iddha nema indriyaṃ yajanta ād it paktiḥ puroﾱāśaṃ riricyāt ād it somo vi papṛcyād asuṣvīn ād ij jujoṣa vṛṣabhaṃ yajadhyai
Hence many a one worships the might of Indra: hence let the brew succeed the meal-oblation. Hence let the Soma banish those who pour not: even hence I joy to pay the Strong One worship.
kṛṇoty asmai varivo ya itthendrāya somam uśate sunoti sadhrīcīnena manasāvivenan tam it sakhāyaṃ kṛṇute samatsu
Indra gives comfort to the man who truly presses, for him who longs for it, the Soma, Not disaffected, with devoted spirit this man he takes to be his friend in battles.
ya indrāya sunavat somam adya pacāt paktīr uta bhṛjjāti dhānāḥ prati manāyor ucathāni haryan tasmin dadhad vṛṣaṇaṃ śuṣmam indraḥ
He who this day for Indra presses Soma, prepares the brew and fries the grains of barley- Loving the hymns of that devoted servant, to him may Indra give heroic vigour.
yadā samaryaṃ vy aced ṛghāvā dīrghaṃ yad ājim abhy akhyad aryaḥ acikradad vṛṣaṇam patny acchā duroṇa ā niśitaṃ somasudbhiḥ
When the impetuous chief hath sought the conflict, and the lord looked upon the long-drawn battle, The matron calls to the Strong God whom pressers of Soma have encouraged into the dwelling.
bhūyasā vasnam acarat kanīyo 'vikrīto akāniṣam punar yan sa bhūyasā kanīyo nārirecīd dīnā dakṣā vi duhanti pra vāṇam
He bid a small price for a thing of value: I was content, returning, still unpurchased. He heightened not his insufficient offer. Simple and clever, both milk out the udder.
ka imaṃ daśabhir mamendraṃ krīṇāti dhenubhiḥ yadā vṛtrāṇi jaṅghanad athainam me punar dadat
Who for ten milch-kine purchaseth from me this Indra who is mine? When he hath slain the Vritras let the buyer give him back to me.
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 for the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.