Rig Veda
śrudhī na indra hvayāmasi tvā maho vājasya sātau vāvṛṣāṇāḥ saṃ yad viśo 'yanta śūrasātā ugraṃ no 'vaḥ pārye ahan dāḥ
O Indra, hear us. Raining down the Soma, we call on thee to win us mighty valour. Give us strong succour on the day of trial, when the tribes gather on the field of battle.
tvāṃ vājī havate vājineyo maho vājasya gadhyasya sātau tvāṃ vṛtreṣv indra satpatiṃ tarutraṃ tvāṃ caṣṭe muṣṭihā goṣu yudhyan
The warrior, son of warrior sire, invokes thee, to gain great strength that may be won as booty: To thee, the brave man's Lord, the fiends' subduer, he looks when fighting hand to hand for cattle.
tvaṃ kaviṃ codayo 'rkasātau tvaṃ kutsāya śuṣṇaṃ dāśuṣe vark tvaṃ śiro amarmaṇaḥ parāhann atithigvāya śaṃsyaṃ kariṣyan
Thou didst impel the sage to win the daylight, didst ruin Sushna for the pious Kutsa. The invulnerable demon's head thou clavest when thou wouldst win the praise of Atithigva.
tvaṃ ratham pra bharo yodham ṛṣvam āvo yudhyantaṃ vṛṣabhaṃ daśadyum tvaṃ tugraṃ vetasave sacāhan tvaṃ tujiṃ gṛṇantam indra tūtoḥ
The lofty battle-car thou broughtest forward; thou holpest Dasadyu the strong when fighting. Along with Vetasu thou slewest Tugra, and madest Tuji strong, who praised thee, Indra.
tvaṃ tad uktham indra barhaṇā kaḥ pra yacchatā sahasrā śūra darṣi ava girer dāsaṃ śambaraṃ han prāvo divodāsaṃ citrābhir ūtī
Thou madest good the laud, what time thou rentest a hundred thousand fighting foes, O Hero, Slewest the Dasa Sambara of the mountain, and with strange aids didst succour Divodasa.
tvaṃ śraddhābhir mandasānaḥ somair dabhītaye cumurim indra siṣvap tvaṃ rajim piṭhīnase daśasyan ṣaṣṭiṃ sahasrā śacyā sacāhan
Made glad with Soma-draughts and faith, thou sentest Chumuri to his sleep, to please Dabhiti. Thou, kindly giving Raji to Pithinas, slewest with might, at once, the sixty thousand.
ahaṃ cana tat sūribhir ānaśyāṃ tava jyāya indra sumnam ojaḥ tvayā yat stavante sadhavīra vīrās trivarūthena nahuṣā śaviṣṭha
May I too, with the liberal chiefs, O Indra, acquire thy blin supreme and domination, When, Mightiest! Hero-girt! Nahusa heroes boast them in thee, the triply-strong Defender.
vayaṃ te asyām indra dyumnahūtau sakhāyaḥ syāma mahina preṣṭhāḥ prātardaniḥ kṣatraśrīr astu śreṣṭho ghane vṛtrāṇāṃ sanaye dhanānām
So may we he thy friends, thy best beloved, O Indra, at this holy invocation. Best be Pratardani, illustrious ruler, in slaying foemen and in gaining riches.