Rig Veda 6.25

yā ta ūtir avamā yā paramā yā madhyamendra śuṣminn asti tābhir ū ṣu vṛtrahatye 'vīr na ebhiś ca vājair mahān na ugra

With thine assistance, O thou Mighty Indra, be it the least, the midmost, or the highest,- Great with those aids and by these powers support us, Strong God! in battle that subdues our foemen.

ābhi spṛdho mithatīr ariṣaṇyann amitrasya vyathayā manyum indra ābhir viśvā abhiyujo viṣūcīr āryāya viśo 'va tārīr dāsīḥ

With these discomfit hosts that fight against us, and check the opponent's wrath, thyself uninjured. With these chase all our foes to every quarter: subdue the tribes of Dasas to the Arya.

indra jāmaya uta ye 'jāmayo 'rvācīnāso vanuṣo yuyujre tvam eṣāṃ vithurā śavāṃsi jahi vṛṣṇyāni kṛṇuhī parācaḥ

Those who array themselves as foes to smite us, O Indra, be they kin or be they strangers,- Strike thou their manly strength that it be feeble, and drive in headlong flight our foemen backward.

śūro vā śūraṃ vanate śarīrais tanūrucā taruṣi yat kṛṇvaite toke vā goṣu tanaye yad apsu vi krandasī urvarāsu bravaite

With strength of limb the hero slays the hero, when bright in arms they range them for the combat. When two opposing hosts contend in battle for seed and offspring, waters, kine, or corn-lands.

nahi tvā śūro na turo na dhṛṣṇur na tvā yodho manyamāno yuyodha indra nakiṣ ṭvā praty asty eṣāṃ viśvā jātāny abhy asi tāni

Yet no strong man hath conquered thee, no hero, no brave, no warrior trusting in his valour. Not one of these is match for thee, O Indra. Thou far surpassest all these living creatures.

sa patyata ubhayor nṛmṇam ayor yadī vedhasaḥ samithe havante vṛtre vā maho nṛvati kṣaye vā vyacasvantā yadi vitantasaite

He is the Lord of both these armies' valour when the commanders call them to the conflict: When with their ranks expanded they are fighting with a great foe or for a home with heroes.

adha smā te carṣaṇayo yad ejān indra trātota bhavā varūtā asmākāso ye nṛtamāso arya indra sūrayo dadhire puro naḥ

And when the people stir themselves for battle, be thou their saviour, Indra, and protector, And theirs, thy manliest of our friends, the pious, the chiefs who have installed us priests, O Indra.

anu te dāyi maha indriyāya satrā te viśvam anu vṛtrahatye anu kṣatram anu saho yajatrendra devebhir anu te nṛṣahye

To thee for high dominion hath been for evermore, for slaughtering the Vritras, All lordly power and might, O Holy Indra, given by Gods for victory in battle.

evā na spṛdhaḥ sam ajā samatsv indra rārandhi mithatīr adevīḥ vidyāma vastor avasā gṛṇanto bharadvājā uta ta indra nūnam

So urge our hosts together in the combats: yield up the godless bands that fight against us. Singing, at morn may we find thee with favour, yea, Indra, and e'en now, we Bharadvajas.