Rig Veda
adardar utsam asṛjo vi khāni tvam arṇavān badbadhānāṁ aramṇāḥ mahāntam indra parvataṃ vi yad vaḥ sṛjo vi dhārā ava dānavaṃ han
The well thou clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that were obstructed. Thou, Indra, laying the great mountain open, slaying the Danava, didst loose the torrents.
tvam utsāṁ ṛtubhir badbadhānāṁ araṃha ūdhaḥ parvatasya vajrin ahiṃ cid ugra prayutaṃ śayānaṃ jaghanvāṁ indra taviṣīm adhatthāḥ
The fountain-depths obstructed in their seasons, thou, Thunderer! madest flow, the mountain's udder. Strong Indra, thou by slaying e'en the Dragon that lay extended there hast shown thy vigour.
tyasya cin mahato nir mṛgasya vadhar jaghāna taviṣībhir indraḥ ya eka id apratir manyamāna ād asmād anyo ajaniṣṭa tavyān
Indra with violence smote down the weapon, yea, even of that wild and mighty creature. Although he deemed himself alone unequalled, another had been born e'en yet more potent.
tyaṃ cid eṣāṃ svadhayā madantam miho napātaṃ suvṛdhaṃ tamogām vṛṣaprabharmā dānavasya bhāmaṃ vajreṇa vajrī ni jaghāna śuṣṇam
Him, whom the heavenly food of these delighted, child of the mist, strong waxing, couched in darkness, Him the bolt-hurling Thunderer with his lightning smote down and slew, the Danava's wrath-fire, Sushna.
tyaṃ cid asya kratubhir niṣattam amarmaṇo vidad id asya marma yad īṃ sukṣatra prabhṛtā madasya yuyutsantaṃ tamasi harmye dhāḥ
Though he might ne'er be wounded still his vitals felt that, the God's bolt, which his powers supported, When, after offered draughts, Strong Lord, thou laidest him, fain to battle, in the pit in darkness.
tyaṃ cid itthā katpayaṃ śayānam asūrye tamasi vāvṛdhānam taṃ cin mandāno vṛṣabhaḥ sutasyoccair indro apagūryā jaghāna
Him as he lay there huge in length extended, still waxing in the gloom which no sun lightened, Him, after loud-voiced threats, the Hero Indra, rejoicing in the poured libation, slaughtered.
ud yad indro mahate dānavāya vadhar yamiṣṭa saho apratītam yad īṃ vajrasya prabhṛtau dadābha viśvasya jantor adhamaṃ cakāra
When 'gainst the mighty Danava his weapon Indra uplifted, power which none could combat, When at the hurling of his bolt he smote him, he made him lower than all living creatures.
tyaṃ cid arṇam madhupaṃ śayānam asinvaṃ vavram mahy ādad ugraḥ apādam atram mahatā vadhena ni duryoṇa āvṛṇaṅ mṛdhravācam
The fierce God seized that huge and restless coiler, insatiate, drinker of the sweets, recumbent, And with his mighty weapon in his dwelling smote down the footless evil-speaking ogre.
ko asya śuṣmaṃ taviṣīṃ varāta eko dhanā bharate apratītaḥ ime cid asya jrayaso nu devī indrasyaujaso bhiyasā jihāte
Who may arrest his strength or cheek his vigour? Alone, resistless, he bears off all riches. Even these Twain, these Goddesses, through terror of Indra's might, retire from his dominion.
ny asmai devī svadhitir jihīta indrāya gātur uśatīva yeme saṃ yad ojo yuvate viśvam ābhir anu svadhāvne kṣitayo namanta
E'en the Celestial Axe bows down before him, and the Earth, lover-like, gives way to Indra. As he imparts all vigour to these people, straightway the folk bend them to him the Godlike.
ekaṃ nu tvā satpatim pāñcajanyaṃ jātaṃ śṛṇomi yaśasaṃ janeṣu tam me jagṛbhra āśaso naviṣṭhaṃ doṣā vastor havamānāsa indram
I hear that thou wast born sole Lord of heroes of the Five Races, famed among the people. As such my wishes have most lately grasped him, invoking Indra both at eve and morning.
evā hi tvām ṛtuthā yātayantam maghā viprebhyo dadataṃ śṛṇomi kiṃ te brahmāṇo gṛhate sakhāyo ye tvāyā nidadhuḥ kāmam indra
So, too, I hear of thee as in due season urging to action and enriching singers. What have thy friends received from thee, the Brahmans who, faithful, rest their hopes on thee, O Indra?