Rig Veda 4.32

ā tū na indra vṛtrahann asmākam ardham ā gahi mahān mahībhir ūtibhiḥ

O Thou who slewest Vritra, come, O Indra, hither to our side, Mighty One with thy mighty aids.

bhṛmiś cid ghāsi tūtujir ā citra citriṇīṣv ā citraṃ kṛṇoṣy ūtaye

Swift and impetuous art thou, wondrous amid the well-dressed folk: Thou doest marvels for our help.

dabhrebhiś cicchaśīyāṃsaṃ haṃsi vrādhantam ojasā sakhibhir ye tve sacā

Even with the weak thou smitest down him who is stronger, with thy strength The mighty, with the Friends thou hast.

vayam indra tve sacā vayaṃ tvābhi nonumaḥ asmāṁ asmāṁ id ud ava

O Indra, we are close to thee; to thee we sing aloud our songs: Help and defend us, even us.

sa naś citrābhir adrivo 'navadyābhir ūtibhiḥ anādhṛṣṭābhir ā gahi

As such, O Caster of the Stone, come with thy succours wonderful, Blameless, and irresistible.

bhūyāmo ṣu tvāvataḥ sakhāya indra gomataḥ yujo vājāya ghṛṣvaye

May we be friends of one like thee, O Indra, with the wealth of kine, Comrades for lively energy.

tvaṃ hy eka īśiṣa indra vājasya gomataḥ sa no yandhi mahīm iṣam

For thou, O Indra, art alone the Lord of strength that comes from kine So grant thou us abundant food.

na tvā varante anyathā yad ditsasi stuto magham stotṛbhya indra girvaṇaḥ

They turn thee not another way, when, lauded, Lover of the Song, Thou wilt give wealth to those who praise.

abhi tvā gotamā girānūṣata pra dāvane indra vājāya ghṛṣvaye

The Gotamas have sung their song of praise to thee that thou mayst give, Indra, for lively energy.

pra te vocāma vīryā yā mandasāna ārujaḥ puro dāsīr abhītya

We will declare thy hero deeds, what Disa forts thou brakest down, Attacking them in rapturous joy.

tā te gṛṇanti vedhaso yāni cakartha pauṃsyā suteṣv indra girvaṇaḥ

The sages sing those manly deeds which, Indra, Lover of the Song, Thou wroughtest when the Soma flowed.

avīvṛdhanta gotamā indra tve stomavāhasaḥ

Indra, the Gotamas who bring thee praises have grown strong by thee. Give them renown with hero sons.

yac ciddhi śaśvatām asīndra sādhāraṇas tvam taṃ tvā vayaṃ havāmahe

For, Indra, verily thou art the general treasure even of all . Thee, therefore, do we invocate.

arvācīno vaso bhavāsme su matsvāndhasaḥ somānām indra somapāḥ

Excellent Indra, turn to us: glad thee among us with the juice Of Somas, Soma-drinker thou.

asmākaṃ tvā matīnām ā stoma indra yacchatu arvāg ā vartayā harī

May praise from us who think on thee, O Indra, bring thee near to us. Turn thy two Bay Steeds hitherward.

puroﾱāśaṃ ca no ghaso joṣayāse giraś ca naḥ vadhūyur iva yoṣaṇām

Eat of our sacrificial cake: rejoice thee in the songs we sing. Even as a lover in his bride.

sahasraṃ vyatīnāṃ yuktānām indram īmahe śataṃ somasya khāryaḥ

To India for a thousand steeds well-trained and fleet of foot we pray, And hundred jars of Soma juice.

sahasrā te śatā vayaṃ gavām ā cyāvayāmasi asmatrā rādha etu te

We make a hundred of thy kine, yea, and a thousand, hasten nigh: So let thy bounty come to us.

daśa te kalaśānāṃ hiraṇyānām adhīmahi bhūridā asi vṛtrahan

We have obtained, a gift from thee, ten water-ewers wrought of gold: Thou, Vritra-slayer, givest much.

bhūridā bhūri dehi no mā dabhram bhūry ā bhara bhūri ghed indra ditsasi

A bounteous Giver, give us much, bring much and not a trifling gift: Much, Indra, wilt thou fain bestow.

bhūridā hy asi śrutaḥ purutrā śūra vṛtrahan ā no bhajasva rādhasi

O Vritra-slayer, thou art famed in many a place as bountiful Hero, thy bounty let us share.

pra te babhrū vicakṣaṇa śaṃsāmi goṣaṇo napāt mābhyāṃ gā anu śiśrathaḥ

I praise thy pair of Tawny Steeds, wise Son of him who giveth kine Terrify not the cows with these.

kanīnakeva vidradhe nave drupade arbhake babhrū yāmeṣu śobhete

Like two slight images of girls, unrobed, upon a new-wrought post, So shine the Bay Steeds in their course.

aram ma usrayāmṇe 'ram anusrayāmṇe babhrū yāmeṣv asridhā

For me the Bays are ready when I start, or start not, with the dawn, Innocuous in the ways they take.