Rig Veda 6.18

tam u ṣṭuhi yo abhibhūtyojā vanvann avātaḥ puruhūta indraḥ aṣāﾱham ugraṃ sahamānam ābhir gīrbhir vardha vṛṣabhaṃ carṣaṇīnām

Glorify him whose might is all-surpassing, Indra the much-invoked who fights uninjured. Magnify with these songs the never-vanquished, the Strong, the Bull of men, the Mighty Victor.

sa yudhmaḥ satvā khajakṛt samadvā tuvimrakṣo nadanumāṁ ṛjīṣī bṛhadreṇuś cyavano mānuṣīṇām ekaḥ kṛṣṭīnām abhavat sahāvā

He, Champion, Hero, Warrior, Lord of battles, impetuous, loudly roaring, great destroyer, Who whirls the dust on high, alone, oerthrower, hath made all races of mankind his subjects.

tvaṃ ha nu tyad adamāyo dasyūṃr ekaḥ kṛṣṭīr avanor āryāya asti svin nu vīryaṃ tat ta indra na svid asti tad ṛtuthā vi vocaḥ

Thou, thou alone, hast tamed the Dasyus; singly thou hast subdued the people for the Arya. In this, or is it not, thine hero exploit, Indra? Declare it at the proper season.

sad iddhi te tuvijātasya manye sahaḥ sahiṣṭha turatas turasya ugram ugrasya tavasas tavīyo 'radhrasya radhraturo babhūva

For true, I deem, thy strength is, thine the Mighty, thine, O Most Potent, thine the Conquering Victor; Strong, of the strong, Most Mighty, of the mighty, thine, driver of the churl to acts of bounty.

tan naḥ pratnaṃ sakhyam astu yuṣme itthā vadadbhir valam aṅgirobhiḥ hann acyutacyud dasmeṣayantam ṛṇoḥ puro vi duro asya viśvāḥ

Be this our ancient bond of friendship with you and with Angirases here who speak of Vala. Thou, Wondrous, Shaker of things firm, didst smite him in his fresh strength, and force his doors and castles.

sa hi dhībhir havyo asty ugra īśānakṛn mahati vṛtratūrye sa tokasātā tanaye sa vajrī vitantasāyyo abhavat samatsu

With holy thoughts must he be called, the Mighty, showing his power in the great fight with Vritra. He must be called to give us seed and offspring, the Thunderer must he moved and sped to battle.

sa majmanā janima mānuṣāṇām amartyena nāmnāti pra sarsre sa dyumnena sa śavasota rāyā sa vīryeṇa nṛtamaḥ samokāḥ

He in his might, with name that lives for ever, hath far surpassed all human generations. He, most heroic, hath his home with splendour, with glory and with riches and with valour.

sa yo na muhe na mithū jano bhūt sumantunāmā cumuriṃ dhuniṃ ca vṛṇak pipruṃ śambaraṃ śuṣṇam indraḥ purāṃ cyautnāya śayathāya nū cit

Stranger to guile, who ne'er was false or faithless, bearing a name that may be well remembered, Indra crushed Chumuri, Dhuni, Sambara, Pipru, and Sushna, that their castles fell in ruin.

udāvatā tvakṣasā panyasā ca vṛtrahatyāya ratham indra tiṣṭha dhiṣva vajraṃ hasta ā dakṣiṇatrābhi pra manda purudatra māyāḥ

With saving might that must be praised and lauded, Indra, ascend thy car to smite down Vritra. In thy right hand hold fast thy bolt of thunder, and weaken, Bounteous Lord, his art and magic.

agnir na śuṣkaṃ vanam indra hetī rakṣo ni dhakṣy aśanir na bhīmā gambhīraya ṛṣvayā yo rurojādhvānayad duritā dambhayacca

As Agni, as the dart burns the dry forest, like the dread shaft burn down the fiends, O Indra; Thou who with high deep-reaching spear hast broken, hast covered over mischief and destroyed it.

ā sahasram pathibhir indra rāyā tuvidyumna tuvivājebhir arvāk yāhi sūno sahaso yasya nū cid adeva īśe puruhūta yotoḥ

With wealth, by thousand paths come hither, Agni, paths that bring ample strength, O thou Most Splendid. Come, Son of Strength, o'er whom, Invoked of many! the godless hath no power to keep thee distant.

pra tuvidyumnasya sthavirasya ghṛṣver divo rarapśe mahimā pṛthivyāḥ nāsya śatrur na pratimānam asti na pratiṣṭhiḥ purumāyasya sahyoḥ

From heaven, from earth is bruited forth the greatness of him the firm, the fiery, the resplendent. No foe hath he, no counterpart, no refuge is there from him the Conqueror full of wisdom

pra tat te adyā karaṇaṃ kṛtam bhūt kutsaṃ yad āyum atithigvam asmai purū sahasrā ni śiśā abhi kṣām ut tūrvayāṇaṃ dhṛṣatā ninetha

This day the deed that thou hast done is famous, when thou, for him, with many thousand others Laidest low Kutsa, Ayu, Atithigva, and boldly didst deliver Turvayana.

anu tvāhighne adha deva devā madan viśve kavitamaṃ kavīnām karo yatra varivo bādhitāya dive janāya tanve gṛṇānaḥ

In thee, O God, the wisest of the Sages, all Gods were joyful when thou slewest Ahi. When lauded for thyself, thou gavest freedom to sore-afflicted Heaven and to the people.

anu dyāvāpṛthivī tat ta ojo 'martyā jihata indra devāḥ kṛṣvā kṛtno akṛtaṃ yat te asty ukthaṃ navīyo janayasva yajñaiḥ

This power of thine both heaven and earth acknowledge, the deathless Gods acknowledge it, O Indra. Do what thou ne'er hast done, O Mighty Worker: beget a new hymn at thy sacrifices.