Rig Veda
ya indra somapātamo madaḥ śaviṣṭha cetati yenā haṃsi ny atriṇaṃ tam īmahe
Joy, Mightiest Indra, known and marked, sprung most from Soma-draughts, wherewith Thou smitest down the greedy fiend, for that we long.
yenā daśagvam adhriguṃ vepayantaṃ svarṇaram yenā samudram āvithā tam īmahe
Wherewith thou bolpest Adhrigu, the great Dasagva, and the God Who stirs the sunlight, and the sea, for that we long.
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Wherewith thou dravest forth like cars Sindhu and all the mighty floods To go the way ordained by Law, for that we long.
imaṃ stomam abhiṣṭaye ghṛtaṃ na pūtam adrivaḥ yenā nu sadya ojasā vavakṣitha
Accept this laud for aid, made pure like oil, thou Caster of the Stone, Whereby even in a moment thou hast waxen great.
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Be pleased, Song-lover, with this song it flows abundant like the sea. Indra, with all thy succours thou hast waxen great.
yo no devaḥ parāvataḥ sakhitvanāya māmahe divo na vṛṣṭim prathayan vavakṣitha
The God who from afar hath sent gifts to maintain our friendship's bond, Thou. spreading them like rain from heaven, hast waxen great.
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The beams that mark him have grown strong, the thunder rests between his arms, When, like the Sun, he hath increased both Heaven and Earth.
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When, Mighty Lord of Heroes, thou didst cat a thousand buffaloes, Then grew and waxed exceeding great thine Indra-power.
indraḥ sūryasya raśmibhir ny arśasānam oṣati agnir vaneva sāsahiḥ pra vāvṛdhe
Indra consumeth with the rays of Surya the malicious man: Like Agni conquering the woods, he hath grown strong.
iyaṃ ta ṛtviyāvatī dhītir eti navīyasī saparyantī purupriyā mimīta it
This newest thought of ours that suits the time approaches unto thee: Serving, beloved in many a place it metes and marks.
garbho yajñasya devayuḥ kratum punīta ānuṣak stomair indrasya vāvṛdhe mimīta it
The pious germ of sacrifice directly purifies the soul. By Indra's lauds it waxes great, it metes and marks.
sanir mitrasya papratha indraḥ somasya pītaye prācī vāśīva sunvate mimīta it
Indra who wins the friend hath spread himself to drink the Soma-draught: Like worshipper's dilating praise; it metes and marks.
yaṃ viprā ukthavāhaso 'bhipramandur āyavaḥ ghṛtaṃ na pipya āsany ṛtasya yat
He whom the sages, living men, have gladdened, offering up their hymns, Hath swelled like oil of sacrifice in Agni's mouth.
uta svarāje aditi stomam indrāya jījanat purupraśastam ūtaya ṛtasya yat
Aditi also hath brought forth a hymn for Indra, Sovran Lord: The work of sacrifice for help is glorified.
abhi vahnaya ūtaye 'nūṣata praśastaye na deva vivratā harī ṛtasya yat
The ministering priests have sung their songs for aid and eulogy: God, thy Bays turn not from the rite which Law ordains.
yat somam indra viṣṇavi yad vā gha trita āptye yad vā marutsu mandase sam indubhiḥ
If, Indra, thou drink Soma by Vishnu's or Trita Aptya's side, Or with the Maruts take delight in flowing drops;
yad vā śakra parāvati samudre adhi mandase asmākam it sute raṇā sam indubhiḥ
Or, Sakra, if thou gladden thee afar or in the sea of air, Rejoice thee in this juice of ours, in flowing drops.
yad vāsi sunvato vṛdho yajamānasya satpate ukthe vā yasya raṇyasi sam indubhiḥ
Or, Lord of Heroes if thou aid the worshipper who shed; the, juice, Or him whose laud delights thee, and his flowing drops.
devaṃ devaṃ vo 'vasa indramindraṃ gṛṇīṣaṇi adhā yajñāya turvaṇe vy ānaśuḥ
To magnify the God, the God, Indra, yea, Indra for your help, And promptly end the sacrifice-this have they gained.
yajñebhir yajñavāhasaṃ somebhiḥ somapātamam hotrābhir indraṃ vāvṛdhur vy ānaśuḥ
With worship, him whom men adore, with Soma, him who drinks it most, Indra with lauds have they increased this have they gained.
mahīr asya praṇītayaḥ pūrvīr uta praśastayaḥ viśvā vasūni dāśuṣe vy ānaśuḥ
His leadings are with power and might and his instructions manifold: He gives the worshipper all wealth: this have they gained.
indraṃ vṛtrāya hantave devāso dadhire puraḥ indraṃ vāṇīr anūṣatā sam ojase
For slaying Vritra have the Gods set Indra in the foremost place. Indra the choral bands have sung, for vigorous strength.
mahāntam mahinā vayaṃ stomebhir havanaśrutam arkair abhi pra ṇonumaḥ sam ojase
We to the Mighty with our might, with lauds to him who hears our call, With holy hymns have sung aloud, for vigorous strength.
na yaṃ vivikto rodasī nāntarikṣāṇi vajriṇam amād id asya titviṣe sam ojasaḥ
Not earth, nor heaven, nor firmaments contain the Thunder-wielding God: They shake before his violent rush and vigorous strength.
yad indra pṛtanājye devās tvā dadhire puraḥ ād it te haryatā harī vavakṣatuḥ
What time the Gods, O Indra, get thee foremost in the furious fight, Then thy two beautiful Bay Steeds carried thee on.
yadā vṛtraṃ nadīvṛtaṃ śavasā vajrinn avadhīḥ ād it te haryatā harī vavakṣatuḥ
When Vritra, stayer of the floods, thou seest, Thunderor with might, Then thy two beautiful Bay Steeds carried thee on.
yadā te viṣṇur ojasā trīṇi padā vicakrame ād it te haryatā harī vavakṣatuḥ
When Vishnu, through thine energy, strode wide those three great steps of his, Then thy two beautiful Bay Steeds carried thee on.
yadā te haryatā harī vāvṛdhāte dive dive ād it te viśvā bhuvanāni yemire
When thy two beautiful Bay Steeds grew great and greater day by day, Even then all creatures that had life bowed down to thee.
yadā te mārutīr viśas tubhyam indra niyemire ād it te viśvā bhuvanāni yemire
When, Indra, all the Marut folk humbly submitted them to thee, Even then all creatures that had life bowed down to thee.
yadā sūryam amuṃ divi śukraṃ jyotir adhārayaḥ ād it te viśvā bhuvanāni yemire
When yonder Sun, that brilliant light, thou settest in the heaven above, Even then all creatures that had life bowed down to thee.
imāṃ ta indra suṣṭutiṃ vipra iyarti dhītibhiḥ jāmim padeva pipratīm prādhvare
To thee, O Indra, with this thought the sage lifts up this eulogy, Akin and leading as on foot to sacrifice.
yad asya dhāmani priye samīcīnāso asvaran nābhā yajñasya dohanā prādhvare
When in thine own dear dwelling all gathered have lifted up the voice Milk-streams at worship's central spot, for sacrifice,
suvīryaṃ svaśvyaṃ sugavyam indra daddhi naḥ hoteva pūrvacittaye prādhvare
As Priest, O Indra, give us wealth in brave men and good steeds and kine That we may first remember thee for sacrifice.