pibā somam indra mandatu tvā yaṃ te suṣāva haryaśvādriḥ sotur bāhubhyāṃ suyato nārvā
Drink Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided courser, Directed by the presser's arms hath pressed it.
Rig Veda
pibā somam indra mandatu tvā yaṃ te suṣāva haryaśvādriḥ sotur bāhubhyāṃ suyato nārvā
Drink Soma, Lord of Bays, and let it cheer thee: Indra, the stone, like a well guided courser, Directed by the presser's arms hath pressed it.
yas te mado yujyaś cārur asti yena vṛtrāṇi haryaśva haṃsi sa tvām indra prabhūvaso mamattu
So let the draught of joy, thy dear companion, by which, O Lord of Bays, thou slayest foemen, Delight thee, Indra, Lord of princely treasures.
bodhā su me maghavan vācam emāṃ yāṃ te vasiṣṭho arcati praśastim imā brahma sadhamāde juṣasva
Mark closely, Maghavan, the words I utter, this eulogy recited by Vasishtha: Accept the prayers I offer at thy banquet.
śrudhī havaṃ vipipānasyādrer bodhā viprasyārcato manīṣām kṛṣvā duvāṃsy antamā sacemā
Hear thou the call of the juice-drinking press-stone: hear thou the Brahman's hymn who sings and lauds thee. Take to thine inmost self these adorations.
na te giro api mṛṣye turasya na suṣṭutim asuryasya vidvān sadā te nāma svayaśo vivakmi
I know and ne'er forget the hymns and praises of thee, the Conqueror, and thy strength immortal. Thy name I ever utter. Self-Refulgent
bhūri hi te savanā mānuṣeṣu bhūri manīṣī havate tvām it māre asman maghavañ jyok kaḥ
Among mankind many are thy libations, and many a time the pious sage invokes thee. O Maghavan, be not long distant from us.
tubhyed imā savanā śūra viśvā tubhyam brahmāṇi vardhanā kṛṇomi tvaṃ nṛbhir havyo viśvadhāsi
All these libations are for thee, O Hero: to thee I offer these my prayers. that strengthen. Ever, in every place, must men invoke thee.
nū cin nu te manyamānasya dasmod aśnuvanti mahimānam ugra na vīryam indra te na rādhaḥ
Never do men attain, O Wonder-Worker, thy greatness, Mighty One, who must be lauded, Nor, Indra, thine heroic power and bounty.
ye ca pūrva ṛṣayo ye ca nūtnā indra brahmāṇi janayanta viprāḥ asme te santu sakhyā śivāni yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
Among all Rishis, Indra, old and recent, who have engendered hymns as sacred singers, Even with us be thine auspicious friendships. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.