Rig Veda 6.17

pibā somam abhi yam ugra tarda ūrvaṃ gavyam mahi gṛṇāna indra vi yo dhṛṣṇo vadhiṣo vajrahasta viśvā vṛtram amitriyā śavobhiḥ

Drink Soma, Mighty One, for which, when lauded, thou breakest through the cattle-stall, O Indra; Thou who, O Bold One, armed with thunder smotest Vritra with might, and every hostile being.

sa īm pāhi ya ṛjīṣī tarutro yaḥ śipravān vṛṣabho yo matīnām yo gotrabhid vajrabhṛd yo hariṣṭhāḥ sa indra citrāṁ abhi tṛndhi vājān

Drink it thou God who art impetuous victor, Lord of our hymns, with beauteousjaws, the Hero, Render of kine-stalls, car-borne, thunder-wielding, so pierce thy way to wondrous strength, O Indra.

evā pāhi pratnathā mandatu tvā śrudhi brahma vāvṛdhasvota gīrbhiḥ āviḥ sūryaṃ kṛṇuhi pīpihīṣo jahi śatrūṃr abhi gā indra tṛndhi

Drink as of old, and let the draught delight thee. hear thou our prayer and let our songs exalt thee. Make the Sun visible, make food abundant, slaughter the foes, pierce through and free the cattle.

te tvā madā bṛhad indra svadhāva ime pītā ukṣayanta dyumantam mahām anūnaṃ tavasaṃ vibhūtim matsarāso jarhṛṣanta prasāham

These gladdening drops, O Indra, Self-sustainer, quaffed shall augment thee in thy mighty splendour. Yea, let the cheering drops delight thee greatly, great, perfect, strong, powerful, all-subduing.

yebhiḥ sūryam uṣasam mandasāno 'vāsayo 'pa dṛﾱhāni dardrat mahām adrim pari gā indra santaṃ nutthā acyutaṃ sadasas pari svāt

Gladdened whereby, bursting the firm enclosures, thou gavest splendour to the Sun and Morning. The mighty rock that compassed in the cattle, ne'er moved, thou shookest from its seat, O Indra.

tava kratvā tava tad daṃsanābhir āmāsu pakvaṃ śacyā ni dīdhaḥ aurṇor dura usriyābhyo vi dṛﾱhod ūrvād gā asṛjo aṅgirasvān

Thou with thy wisdom, power, and works of wonder, hast stored the ripe milk in the raw cows' udders Unbarred the firm doors for the kine of Morning, and, with the Angirases, set free the cattle.

paprātha kṣām mahi daṃso vy urvīm upa dyām ṛṣvo bṛhad indra stabhāyaḥ adhārayo rodasī devaputre pratne mātarā yahvī ṛtasya

Thou hast spread out wide earth, a mighty marvel, and, high thyself, propped lofty heaven, O Indra. Both worlds, whose Sons are Gods, thou hast supported, young, Mothers from old time ofholy Order.

adha tvā viśve pura indra devā ekaṃ tavasaṃ dadhire bharāya adevo yad abhy auhiṣṭa devān svarṣātā vṛṇata indram atra

Yea, Indra, all the Deities installed thee their one strong Champion in the van for battle. What time the godless was the Gods' assailant, Indra they chose to win the light of heaven.

adha dyauś cit te apa sā nu vajrād dvitānamad bhiyasā svasya manyoḥ ahiṃ yad indro abhy ohasānaṃ ni cid viśvāyuḥ śayathe jaghāna

Yea, e'en that heaven itself of old bent backward before thy bolt, in terror of its anger, When Indra, life of every living creature, smote down within his lair the assailing Dragon.

adha tvaṣṭā te maha ugra vajraṃ sahasrabhṛṣṭiṃ vavṛtacchatāśrim nikāmam aramaṇasaṃ yena navantam ahiṃ sam piṇag ṛjīṣin

Yea, Strong One! Tvashtar turned for thee, the Mighty, the bolt with thousand spikes and hundred edges, Eager and prompt at will, wherewith thou crushedst the boasting Dragon, O impetuous Hero.

vardhān yaṃ viśve marutaḥ sajoṣāḥ pacacchatam mahiṣāṁ indra tubhyam pūṣā viṣṇus trīṇi sarāṃsi dhāvan vṛtrahaṇam madiram aṃśum asmai

He dressed a hundred buffaloes, O Indra, for thee whom all accordant Maruts strengthen. He, Pushan Vishnu, poured forth three great vessels to him, the juice that cheers, that slaughters Vritra.

ā kṣodo mahi vṛtaṃ nadīnām pariṣṭhitam asṛja ūrmim apām tāsām anu pravata indra panthām prārdayo nīcīr apasaḥ samudram

Thou settest free the rushing wave of waters, the floods' great swell encompassed and obstructed. Along steep slopes their course thou tumedst, Indra, directed downward, speeding to the ocean.

evā tā viśvā cakṛvāṃsam indram mahām ugram ajuryaṃ sahodām suvīraṃ tvā svāyudhaṃ suvajram ā brahma navyam avase vavṛtyāt

So may our new prayer bring thee to protect us, thee well-armed Hero with thy bolt of thunder, Indra, who made these worlds, the Strong, the ty, who never groweth old, the victory-giver.

sa no vājāya śravasa iṣe ca rāye dhehi dyumata indra viprān bharadvāje nṛvata indra sūrīn divi ca smaidhi pārye na indra

So, Indra, form us brilliant holy singers for strength, for glory, and for food and riches. Give Bharadvaja hero patrons, Indra Indra, be ours upon the day of trial.

ayā vājaṃ devahitaṃ sanema madema śatahimāḥ suvīrāḥ

With this may we obtain strength God-appointed, and brave sons gladden us through a hundred winters.