Rig Veda 6.45

ya ānayat parāvataḥ sunītī turvaśaṃ yadum indraḥ sa no yuvā sakhā

That Indra is our youthful Friend, who with his trusty guidance led Turvasa, Yadu from afar.

avipre cid vayo dadhad anāśunā cid arvatā indro jetā hitaṃ dhanam

Even to the dull and uninspired Indra, gives vital power, and wins Even with slow steed the offered prize.

mahīr asya praṇītayaḥ pūrvīr uta praśastayaḥ nāsya kṣīyanta ūtayaḥ

Great are his ways of guiding us, and! manifold are his eulogies: His kind protections never fail.

sakhāyo brahmavāhase 'rcata pra ca gāyata sa hi naḥ pramatir mahī

Friends, sing your psalm and offer praise to him to whom the prayer is brought: For our great Providence is he.

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Thou, Slaughterer of Vritra, art Guardian and Friend of one and two, Yea, of a man like one of us.

nayasīd v ati dviṣaḥ kṛṇoṣy ukthaśaṃsinaḥ nṛbhiḥ suvīra ucyase

Beyond men's hate thou leadest us, and givest cause to sing thy praise: Good hero art thou called by men.

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I call with hymns, as 'twere a cow to milk, the Friend who merits praise, The Brahman who accepts the prayer.

yasya viśvāni hastayor ūcur vasūni ni dvitā vīrasya pṛtanāṣahaḥ

Him in whose hands they say are stored all treasures from the days of old, The Hero, conquering in the fight.

vi dṛﾱhāni cid adrivo janānāṃ śacīpate vṛha māyā anānata

Lord of Strength, Caster of the Stone, destroy the firm forts built by men, And foil their arts, unbending God!

tam u tvā satya somapā indra vājānām pate ahūmahi śravasyavaḥ

Thee, thee as such, O Lord of Power, O Indra, Soma-drinker, true, We, fain for glory, have invoked.

tam u tvā yaḥ purāsitha yo vā nūnaṃ hite dhane havyaḥ sa śrudhī havam

Such as thou wast of old, and art now to be called on when the prize lies ready, listen to our call.

dhībhir arvadbhir arvato vājāṁ indra śravāyyān tvayā jeṣma hitaṃ dhanam

With hymns and coursers we will gain, Indra, through thee, both steeds and spoil Most glorious, and the proffered prize.

abhūr u vīra girvaṇo mahāṁ indra dhane hite bhare vitantasāyyaḥ

Thou, Indra, Lover of the Song, whom men must stir to help, hast been Great in the contest for the prize.

yā ta ūtir amitrahan makṣūjavastamāsati tayā no hinuhī ratham

Slayer of foes, whatever aid of thine imparts the swiftest course, With that impel our car to speed.

sa rathena rathītamo 'smākenābhiyugvanā jeṣi jiṣṇo hitaṃ dhanam

As skilfullest of those who drive the chariot, with our art and aim, O Conqueror, win the proffered prize.

ya eka it tam u ṣṭuhi kṛṣṭīnāṃ vicarṣaṇiḥ patir jajñe vṛṣakratuḥ

Praise him who, Matchless and Alone, was born the Lord of living men, Most active, with heroic soul.

yo gṛṇatām id āsithāpir ūtī śivaḥ sakhā sa tvaṃ na indra mṛﾱaya

Thou who hast been the singers' Friend, a Friend auspicious with thine aid, As such, O Indra, favour us.

dhiṣva vajraṃ gabhastyo rakṣohatyāya vajrivaḥ sāsahīṣṭhā abhi spṛdhaḥ

Grasp in thine arms the thunderbolt, O Thunder-armed, to slay the fiends: Mayst thou subdue the foemen's host.

pratnaṃ rayīṇāṃ yujaṃ sakhāyaṃ kīricodanam brahmavāhastamaṃ huve

I call the ancient Friend, allied with wealth, who speeds the lowly man, Him to whom chiefly prayer is brought.

sa hi viśvāni pārthivāṁ eko vasūni patyate girvaṇastamo adhriguḥ

For he alone is Lord of all the treasures of the earth: he speeds Hither, chief Lover of the Song.

sa no niyudbhir ā pṛṇa kāmaṃ vājebhir aśvibhiḥ gomadbhir gopate dhṛṣat

So with thy yoked teams satisfy our wish with power and wealth in steeds And cattle, boldly, Lord of kine!

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Sing this, what time the ' juice is pressed, to him your Hero, Much-invoked, To please him as a mighty Steer.

na ghā vasur ni yamate dānaṃ vājasya gomataḥ yat sīm upa śravad giraḥ

He, Excellent, withholdeth not his gift of power and wealth in kine, When he hath listened to our songs.

kuvitsasya pra hi vrajaṃ gomantaṃ dasyuhā gamat śacībhir apa no varat

May he with might unclose for us the cow's stall, whosesoe'er it be, To which the Dasyu-slayer goes.

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O Indra Satakratu, these our songs have called aloud to thee, Like mother cows to meet their calves.

dūṇāśaṃ sakhyaṃ tava gaur asi vīra gavyate aśvo aśvāyate bhava

Hard is thy love to win: thou art a Steer to him who longs for steers: Be to one craving steeds a Steed.

sa mandasvā hy andhaso rādhase tanvā mahe na stotāraṃ nide karaḥ

Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach.

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These songs with every draught we pour come, Lover of the Song, to thee, As milch-kine hasten to their young

purūtamam purūṇāṃ stotṝṇāṃ vivāci vājebhir vājayatām

To thee most oft invoked, amid the many singers' rivalry Who beg with all their might for wealth.

asmākam indra bhūtu te stomo vāhiṣṭho antamaḥ asmān rāye mahe hinu

Nearest and most attractive may our laud, O Indra come to thee. Urge thou us on to ample wealth.

adhi bṛbuḥ paṇīnāṃ varṣiṣṭhe mūrdhann asthāt uruḥ kakṣo na gāṅgyaḥ

Bribu hath set himself above the Panis, o'er their highest head, Like the wide bush on Ganga's bank.

yasya vāyor iva dravad bhadrā rātiḥ sahasriṇī sadyo dānāya maṃhate

He whose good bounty, thousandfold, swift as the rushing of the wind, Suddenly offers as a gift.

tat su no viśve arya ā sadā gṛṇanti kāravaḥ bṛbuṃ sahasradātamaṃ sūriṃ sahasrasātamam

So all our singers ever praise the pious Bribu's noble deed, Chief, best to give his thousands, best to give a thousand liberal gifts.