Rig Veda
indrā ko vāṃ varuṇā sumnam āpa stomo haviṣmāṁ amṛto na hotā yo vāṃ hṛdi kratumāṁ asmad uktaḥ pasparśad indrāvaruṇā namasvān
What laud, O Indra-Varuna, with oblation, hath like the Immortal Priest obtained your favour? Hath our effectual laud, addressed with homage, touched you, O Indra-Varuna, in spirit?
indrā ha yo varuṇā cakra āpī devau martaḥ sakhyāya prayasvān sa hanti vṛtrā samitheṣu śatrūn avobhir vā mahadbhiḥ sa pra śṛṇve
He who with dainty food hath won you, Indra and Varuna, Gods, as his allies to friendship, Jayeth the Vritras and his foes in battles, and through your mighty favours is made famous.
indrā ha ratnaṃ varuṇā dheṣṭhetthā nṛbhyaḥ śaśamānebhyas tā yadī sakhāyā sakhyāya somaiḥ sutebhiḥ suprayasā mādayaite
Indra and Varuna are most liberal givers of treasure to the men who toil to serve them, When they, as Friends inclined to friendship, honoured with dainty food, delight in flowing Soma.
indrā yuvaṃ varuṇā didyum asminn ojiṣṭham ugrā ni vadhiṣṭaṃ vajram yo no durevo vṛkatir dabhītis tasmin mimāthām abhibhūty ojaḥ
Indra and Varuna, ye hurl, O Mighty, on him your strongest flashing bolt of thunder Who treats us ill, the robber and oppressor: measure on him your overwhelming vigour.
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O Indra-Varuna, be ye the lovers of this my song, as steers who love the milch-Cow. Milk may it yield us as, gone forth to pasture, the great Cow pouring out her thousand rivers.
toke hite tanaya urvarāsu sūro dṛśīke vṛṣaṇaś ca pauṃsye indrā no atra varuṇā syātām avobhir dasmā paritakmyāyām
For fertile fields, for worthy sons and grandsons, for the Sun's beauty and for steer-like vigour, May Indra-Varuna with gracious favours work marvels for us in the stress of battle.
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For you, as Princes, for your ancient kindness, good comrades of the man who seeks for booty, We choose to us for the dear bond of friendship, most liberal Heroes bringing bliss like parents.
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Showing their strength, these hymns for grace, Free-givers I have gone to you, devoted, as to battle. For glory have they gone, as milk to Soma, to Indra-Varuna my thoughts and praises.
imā indraṃ varuṇam me manīṣā agmann upa draviṇam icchamānāḥ upem asthur joṣṭāra iva vasvo raghvīr iva śravaso bhikṣamāṇāḥ
To Indra and to Varuna, desirous of gaining wealth have these my thoughts proceeded. They have come nigh to you as treasure lovers, like mares, fleet-footed, eager for the glory.
aśvyasya tmanā rathyasya puṣṭer nityasya rāyaḥ patayaḥ syāma tā cakrāṇā ūtibhir navyasībhir asmatrā rāyo niyutaḥ sacantām
May we ourselves be lords of during riches, of ample sustenance for car and hones. So may the Twain who work with newest succours bring yoked teams hitherward to us and riches.
ā no bṛhantā bṛhatībhir ūtī indra yātaṃ varuṇa vājasātau yad didyavaḥ pṛtanāsu prakrīﾱān tasya vāṃ syāma sanitāra ājeḥ
Come with your mighty succours, O ye Mighty; come, Indra-Varuna, to us in battle. What time the flashing arrows play in combat, may we through you be winners in the contest.