Rig Veda
mo ṣu tvā vāghataś canāre asman ni rīraman ārāttāc cit sadhamādaṃ na ā gahīha vā sann upa śrudhi
Let none, no, not thy worshippers, delay thee far away from us. Even from far away come thou unto our feast, or listen if already here.
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For here, like flies on honey, these who pray to thee sit by the juice that they have poured. Wealth-craving singers have on Indra set their hope, as men set foot upon a car.
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Longing for wealth I call on him, the Thunderer with the strong right hand, As a son calleth on his sire.
ima indrāya sunvire somāso dadhyāśiraḥ tāṁ ā madāya vajrahasta pītaye haribhyāṃ yāhy oka ā
These Soma juices, mixed with curd, have been expressed for Indra here. Come with thy Bay Steeds, Thunder-wielder, to our home, to drink them till they make thee glad.
śravac chrutkarṇa īyate vasūnāṃ nū cin no mardhiṣad giraḥ sadyaś cid yaḥ sahasrāṇi śatā dadan nakir ditsantam ā minat
May he whose ear is open hear us. He is asked for wealth: will he despise our prayer? Him who bestows at once a hundred thousand gifts none shall restrain when he would give.
sa vīro apratiṣkuta indreṇa śūśuve nṛbhiḥ yas te gabhīrā savanāni vṛtrahan sunoty ā ca dhāvati
The hero never checked by men hath gained his strength through Indra, he Who presses out and pours his deep libations forth, O Vritra-slayer, unto thee.
bhavā varūtham maghavan maghonāṃ yat samajāsi śardhataḥ vi tvāhatasya vedanam bhajemahy ā dūṇāśo bharā gayam
When thou dost drive the fighting men together be, thou Mighty One, the mighty's shield. May we divide the wealth of him whom thou hast slain: bring us, Unreachable, his goods.
sunotā somapāvne somam indrāya vajriṇe pacatā paktīr avase kṛṇudhvam it pṛṇann it pṛṇate mayaḥ
For Indra, Soma-drinker, armed with thunder, press the Soma juice. Make ready your dressed meats: cause him to favour us. The Giver blesses him who gives.
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Grudge not, ye Soma pourers; stir you, pay the rites, for wealth, to the great Conqueror. Only the active conquers dwells in peace, and thrives: not for the niggard are the Gods.
nakiḥ sudāso ratham pary āsa na rīramat indro yasyāvitā yasya maruto gamat sa gomati vraje
No one hath overturned or stayed the car of him who freely gives. The man whom Indra and the Marut host defend comes to a stable full of kine.
gamad vājaṃ vājayann indra martyo yasya tvam avitā bhuvaḥ asmākam bodhy avitā rathānām asmākaṃ śūra nṛṇām
Indra, that man when fighting shall obtain the spoil, whose strong defender thou wilt be. Be thou the gracious helper, Hero I of our cars, be thou the helper of our men.
ud in nv asya ricyate 'ṃśo dhanaṃ na jigyuṣaḥ ya indro harivān na dabhanti taṃ ripo dakṣaṃ dadhāti somini
His portion is exceeding great like a victorious soldier's spoil. Him who is Indra, Lord of Bays, no foes subdue. He gives the Soma-pourer strength.
mantram akharvaṃ sudhitaṃ supeśasaṃ dadhāta yajñiyeṣv ā pūrvīś cana prasitayas taranti taṃ ya indre karmaṇā bhuvat
Make for the Holy Gods a hymn that is not mean, but well-arranged and fair of form. Even many snares and bonds subdue not him who dwells with Indra through his sacrifice.
kas tam indra tvāvasum ā martyo dadharṣati śraddhā it te maghavan pārye divi vājī vājaṃ siṣāsati
Indra, what mortal will attack the man who hath his wealth in thee? The strong will win the spoil on the decisive day through faith in thee, O Maghavan.
maghonaḥ sma vṛtrahatyeṣu codaya ye dadati priyā vasu tava praṇītī haryaśva sūribhir viśvā tarema duritā
In battles with the foe urge on our mighty ones who give the treasures dear to thee, And may we with our princes, Lord of Tawny Steeds! pass through all peril, led by thee.
taved indrāvamaṃ vasu tvam puṣyasi madhyamam satrā viśvasya paramasya rājasi nakiṣ ṭvā goṣu vṛṇvate
Thine, Indra, is the lowest wealth, thou cherishest the mid-most wealth, Thou ever rulest all the highest: in the fray for cattle none resisteth thee.
tvaṃ viśvasya dhanadā asi śruto ya īm bhavanty ājayaḥ tavāyaṃ viśvaḥ puruhūta pārthivo 'vasyur nāma bhikṣate
Thou art renowned as giving wealth to every one in all the battles that are fought. Craving protection, all these people of the earth, O Much-invoked, implore thy name.
yad indra yāvatas tvam etāvad aham īśīya stotāram id didhiṣeya radāvaso na pāpatvāya rāsīya
If I, O Indra, were the Lord of riches ample as thine own, I should support the singer, God. who givest wealth! and not abandon him to woe.
śikṣeyam in mahayate dive dive rāya ā kuhacidvide nahi tvad anyan maghavan na āpyaṃ vasyo asti pitā cana
Each day would I enrich the man who sang my praise, in whatsoever place he were. No kinship is there better, Maghavan, than thine: a father even is no more.
taraṇir it siṣāsati vājam purandhyā yujā ā va indram puruhūtaṃ name girā nemiṃ taṣṭeva sudrvam
With Plenty for his true ally the active man will gain the spoil. Your Indra, Much-invoked, I bend with song, as bends a wright his wheel of solid wood.
na duṣṭutī martyo vindate vasu na sredhantaṃ rayir naśat suśaktir in maghavan tubhyam māvate deṣṇaṃ yat pārye divi
A moral wins no riches by unworthy praise: wealth comes not to the niggard churl. Light is the task to give, O Maghavan, to one like me on the decisive day.
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Like kine unmilked we call aloud, Hero, to thee, and sing thy praise, Looker on heavenly light, Lord of this moving world, Lord, Indra, of what moveth not.
na tvāvāṁ anyo divyo na pārthivo na jāto na janiṣyate aśvāyanto maghavann indra vājino gavyantas tvā havāmahe
None other like to thee, of earth or of the heavens, hath been or ever will be born. Desiring horses, Indra Maghavan! and kine, as men of might we call on thee.
abhī ṣatas tad ā bharendra jyāyaḥ kanīyasaḥ purūvasur hi maghavan sanād asi bhare bhare ca havyaḥ
Bring, Indra, the Victorious Ones; bring, elder thou, the younger host. For, Maghavan, thou art rich in treasures from of old, and must be called in every fight.
parā ṇudasva maghavann amitrān suvedā no vasū kṛdhi asmākam bodhy avitā mahādhane bhavā vṛdhaḥ sakhīnām
Drive thou away our enemies, O Maghavan: make riches easy to be won. Be thou our good Protector in the strife for spoil: Cherisher of our friends be thou.
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O Indra, give us wisdom as a sire gives wisdom to his sons. Guide us, O Much-invoked, in this our way may we still live and look upon the light.
mā no ajñātā vṛjanā durādhyo māśivāso ava kramuḥ tvayā vayam pravataḥ śaśvatīr apo 'ti śūra tarāmasi
Grant that no mighty foes, unknown, malevolent, unhallowed, tread us to the ground. With thine assistance, Hero, may we ass through all the waters that are rul`ng down.