Rig Veda
ā te maha indroty ugra samanyavo yat samaranta senāḥ patāti didyun naryasya bāhvor mā te mano viṣvadryag vi cārīt
When with thy mighty help, O potent Indra, the armies rush together in their fury. When from the strong man's arm the lightning flieth, let not the mind go forth to side with others.
ni durga indra śnathihy amitrāṁ abhi ye no martāso amanti āre taṃ śaṃsaṃ kṛṇuhi ninitsor ā no bhara sambharaṇaṃ vasūnām
O Indra, where the ground is hard to traverse, smite down our foes, the mortals who assail us, Keep far from us the curse of the reviler: bring us accumulated store of treasures.
śataṃ te śiprinn ūtayaḥ sudāse sahasraṃ śaṃsā uta rātir astu jahi vadhar vanuṣo martyasyāsme dyumnam adhi ratnaṃ ca dhehi
God of the fair helm, give Sudas a hundred succours, a thousand blessings, and thy bounty. Strike down the weapon of our mortal foeman: bestow upon us splendid fame and riches.
tvāvato hīndra kratve asmi tvāvato 'vituḥ śūra rātau viśved ahāni taviṣīva ugraṃ okaḥ kṛṇuṣva harivo na mardhīḥ
I wait the power of one like thee, O Indra, gifts of a Helper such as thou art, Hero. Strong, Mighty God, dwell with me now and ever: Lord of Bay Horses, do not thou desert us.
kutsā ete haryaśvāya śūṣam indre saho devajūtam iyānāḥ satrā kṛdhi suhanā śūra vṛtrā vayaṃ tarutrāḥ sanuyāma vājam
Here are the Kutsas supplicating Indra for might, the Lord of Bays for God-sent conquest. Make our foes ever easy to be vanquished: may we, victorious, win the spoil, O Hero.
evā na indra vāryasya pūrdhi pra te mahīṃ sumatiṃ vevidāma iṣam pinva maghavadbhyaḥ suvīrāṃ yūyam pāta svastibhiḥ sadā naḥ
With precious things, O Indra, thus content us: may we attain to thine exalted favour. Send our chiefs plenteous food with hero children. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.