Rig Veda
saṃ vāṃ karmaṇā sam iṣā hinomīndrāviṣṇū apasas pāre asya juṣethāṃ yajñaṃ draviṇaṃ ca dhattam ariṣṭair naḥ pathibhiḥ pārayantā
Indra and Vishnu, at my task's completion I urge you on with food and sacred service. Accept the sacrifice and grant us riches, leading us on by unobstructed pathways.
yā viśvāsāṃ janitārā matīnām indrāviṣṇū kalaśā somadhānā pra vāṃ giraḥ śasyamānā avantu pra stomāso gīyamānāso arkaiḥ
Ye who inspire all hymns, Indra and Vishnu, ye vessels who contain the Soma juices, May hymns of praise that now are sung address you, the lauds that are recited by the singers.
indrāviṣṇū madapatī madānām ā somaṃ yātaṃ draviṇo dadhānā saṃ vām añjantv aktubhir matīnāṃ saṃ stomāsaḥ śasyamānāsa ukthaiḥ
Lords of joy-giving draughts, Indra and Vishnu, come, giving gifts of treasure, to the Soma. With brilliant rays of hymns let chanted praises, repeated with the lauds, adorn and deck you.
ā vām aśvāso abhimātiṣāha indrāviṣṇū sadhamādo vahantu juṣethāṃ viśvā havanā matīnām upa brahmāṇi śṛṇutaṃ giro me
May your foe-conquering horses bring you hither, Indra and Vishnu, sharers of the banquet. Of all our hymns accept the invocations list to my prayers and hear the songs I sing you.
indrāviṣṇū tat panayāyyaṃ vāṃ somasya mada uru cakramāthe akṛṇutam antarikṣaṃ varīyo 'prathataṃ jīvase no rajāṃsi
This your deed, Indra-Vishnu, must be lauded: widely ye strode in the wild joy of Soma. Ye made the firmament of larger compass, and made the regions broad for our existence.
indrāviṣṇū haviṣā vāvṛdhānāgrādvānā namasā rātahavyā ghṛtāsutī draviṇaṃ dhattam asme samudra sthaḥ kalaśaḥ somadhānaḥ
Strengthened with sacred offerings, IndraVisnu, first eaters, served with worship ana oblation, Fed with the holy oil, vouchsafe us riches ye are the lake, the vat that holds the Soma.
indrāviṣṇū pibatam madhvo asya somasya dasrā jaṭharam pṛṇethām ā vām andhāṃsi madirāṇy agmann upa brahmāṇi śṛṇutaṃ havam me
Drink of this meath, O Indra, thou, and Vishnu; drink ye your fill of Soma, Wonder-Workers. The sweet exhilarating juice hath reached you. Hear ye my prayers, give ear unto my calling.
ubhā jigyathur na parā jayethe na parā jigye kataraś canainoḥ indraś ca viṣṇo yad apaspṛdhethāṃ tredhā sahasraṃ vi tad airayethām
Ye Twain have conquered, ne'er have you been conquered: never hath either of the Twain been vanquished. Ye, Indra-Vishnu, when ye fought the battle, produced this infinite with three divisions.