Rig Veda 7.31

pra va indrāya mādanaṃ haryaśvāya gāyata sakhāyaḥ somapāvne

Sing ye a song, to make him glad, to Indra, Lord of Tawny Steeds, The Soma-drinker, O my friends.

cakṛmā satyarādhase

To him the Bounteous say the laud, and let us glorify, as men May do, the Giver of true gifts.

tvaṃ na indra vājayus tvaṃ gavyuḥ śatakrato tvaṃ hiraṇyayur vaso

O Indra, Lord of boundless might, for us thou winnest strength and kine, Thou winnest gold for us, Good Lord.

vayam indra tvāyavo 'bhi pra ṇonumo vṛṣan viddhī tv asya no vaso

Faithful to thee we loudly sing, heroic Indra, songs to thee: Mark, O Good Lord, this act of ours.

mā no nide ca vaktave 'ryo randhīr arāvṇe tve api kratur mama

Give us not up to man's reproach, to foeman's hateful calumny: In thee alone is all my strength.

tvaṃ varmāsi saprathaḥ puroyodhaś ca vṛtrahan tvayā prati bruve yujā

Thou art mine ample coat of mail, my Champion, Vritra-Slayer, thou: With thee for Friend I brave the foe.

mahāṁ utāsi yasya te 'nu svadhāvarī sahaḥ mamnāte indra rodasī

Yea, great art thou whose conquering might two independent Powers confess. The Heaven, O India, and the Earth.

taṃ tvā marutvatī pari bhuvad vāṇī sayāvarī nakṣamāṇā saha dyubhiḥ

So let the voice surround thee, which attends the Maruts on their way, Reaching thee with the rays of light.

ūrdhvāsas tvānv indavo bhuvan dasmam upa dyavi saṃ te namanta kṛṣṭayaḥ

Let the ascending drops attain to thee, the Wondrous God, in heaven: Let all the folk bow down to thee.

pra vo mahe mahivṛdhe bharadhvam pracetase pra sumatiṃ kṛṇudhvam viśaḥ pūrvīḥ pra carā carṣaṇiprāḥ

Bring to the Wise, the Great, who waxeth mighty, your offerings, and make ready your devotion; To many clans he goeth, man's controller.

uruvyacase mahine suvṛktim indrāya brahma janayanta viprāḥ tasya vratāni na minanti dhīrāḥ

For Indra, the sublime, the far-pervading, have singers generated prayer and praises: The sages never violate his statutes.

indraṃ vāṇīr anuttamanyum eva satrā rājānaṃ dadhire sahadhyai haryaśvāya barhayā sam āpīn

The choirs have stablished Indra King for ever, for victory, him whose anger is resistless: And, for the Bays' Lord, strengthened those he loveth.