Rig Veda 8.13

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Indra, when Soma juices flow, makes his mind pure and meet for lauds. He gains the power that brings success, for great is he.

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In heaven's first region, in the seat of Gods, is he who brings success, Most glorious, prompt to save, who wins the water-floods.

tam ahve vājasātaya indram bharāya śuṣmiṇam bhavā naḥ sumne antamaḥ sakhā vṛdhe

Him, to win strength, have I invoked, even Indra mighty for the fray. Be thou most near to us for bliss, a Friend to aid.

iyaṃ ta indra girvaṇo rātiḥ kṣarati sunvataḥ mandāno asya barhiṣo vi rājasi

Indra, Song -lover, here for thee the worshipper's libation flows. Rejoicing in this sacred grass thou shinest forth.

nūnaṃ tad indra daddhi no yat tvā sunvanta īmahe rayiṃ naś citram ā bharā svarvidam

Even now, O Indra, give us that which, pressing juice, we crave of thee. Bring us wealth manifold which finds the light of heaven.

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What time the zealous worshipper hath boldly sung his songs to thee, Like branches of a tree up-grows what they desire.

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Generate songs even as of old, give car unto the singer's call. Thou for the pious hast grown great at each carouse.

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Sweet strains that glorify him play like waters speeding down a slope, Yea, him who in this song is called the Lord of Heaven;

uto patir ya ucyate kṛṣṭīnām eka id vaśī namovṛdhair avasyubhiḥ sute raṇa

Yea, who alone is called the Lord, the single Ruler of the folk, By worshippers seeking aid: may he joy in the draught.

stuhi śrutaṃ vipaścitaṃ harī yasya prasakṣiṇā gantārā dāśuṣo gṛhaṃ namasvinaḥ

Praise him, the Glorious, skilled in song, Lord of the two victorious Bays: They seek the worshipper's abode who bows in prayer.

tūtujāno mahemate 'śvebhiḥ pruṣitapsubhiḥ ā yāhi yajñam āśubhiḥ śam iddhi te

Put forth thy strength: with dappled Steeds come, thou of mighty intellect, With swift Steeds to the sacrifice, for 'tis thy joy.

indra śaviṣṭha satpate rayiṃ gṛṇatsu dhāraya śravaḥ sūribhyo amṛtaṃ vasutvanam

Grant wealth to those who praise thee, Lord of Heroes, Mightiest Indra: give Our princes everlasting fame and opulence.

have tvā sūra udite have madhyandine divaḥ juṣāṇa indra saptibhir na ā gahi

I call thee when the Sun is risen, I call thee at the noon of day: With thy car-horses, Indra, come well pleased to us.

ā tū gahi pra tu drava matsvā sutasya gomataḥ

Speed forward hither, come to us, rejoice thee in the milky draught: Spin out the thread of ancient time, as well is known.

yacchakrāsi parāvati yad arvāvati vṛtrahan yad vā samudre andhaso 'vited asi

If, Sakra, Vritra-slayer, thou be far away or near to us. Or in the sea, thou art the guard of Soma juice.

indraṃ vardhantu no gira indraṃ sutāsa indavaḥ indre haviṣmatīr viśo arāṇiṣuḥ

Let songs we sing and Soma-drops expressed by us make Indra strong: The tribes who bring oblations find delight in him.

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Him sages longing for his aid, with offerings brought in eager haste, Him. even as branches, all mankind have made to grow.

trikadrukeṣu cetanaṃ devāso yajñam atnata tam id vardhantu no giraḥ sadāvṛdham

At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirred the mind: May our songs strengthen him who still hath strengthened us.

stotā yat te anuvrata ukthāny ṛtuthā dadhe śuciḥ pāvaka ucyate so adbhutaḥ

When, true to duty, at due times the worshipper offers lauds to thee, They call him Purifier, Pure, and Wonderful.

tad id rudrasya cetati yahvam pratneṣu dhāmasu mano yatrā vi tad dadhur vicetasaḥ

That mind of Rudra, fresh and strong, moves conscious in the ancient ways, With reference whereto the wise have ordered this.

yadi me sakhyam āvara imasya pāhy andhasaḥ yena viśvā ati dviṣo atārima

If thou elect to be my Friend drink of this sacrificial juice, By help whereof we may subdue all enemies.

kadā ta indra girvaṇa stotā bhavāti śantamaḥ kadā no gavye aśvye vasau dadhaḥ

O Indra, Lover of the song, when shall thy praiser be most blest? When wilt thou grant us wealth in herds of kine and steeds?

uta te suṣṭutā harī vṛṣaṇā vahato ratham ajuryasya madintamaṃ yam īmahe

And thy two highly-lauded Bays, strong stallions, draw thy car who art Untouched by age, most gladdening car for which we pray.

tam īmahe puruṣṭutaṃ yahvam pratnābhir ūtibhiḥ ni barhiṣi priye sadad adha dvitā

With ancient offerings we implore the Young and Strong whom many praise. He from of old hath sat upon dear sacred grass.

vardhasvā su puruṣṭuta ṛṣiṣṭutābhir ūtibhiḥ dhukṣasva pipyuṣīm iṣam avā ca naḥ

Wax mighty, thou whom many laud for aids which Rishis have extolled. Pour down for us abundant food and guard us well.

indra tvam avited asītthā stuvato adrivaḥ ṛtād iyarmi te dhiyam manoyujam

O Indra, Caster of the Stone, thou helpest him who praises thee: From sacrifice I send to thee a mind yoked hymn.

iha tyā sadhamādyā yujānaḥ somapītaye harī indra pratadvasū abhi svara

Here, yoking for the Soma-draught these Horses, sharers of thy feast, Thy Bay Steeds, Indra, fraught with weal to, consent to come.

abhi svarantu ye tava rudrāsaḥ sakṣata śriyam uto marutvatīr viśo abhi prayaḥ

Attendants on thy glory, let the Rudras roar assent to thee, And all the Marut companies come to the feast.

imā asya pratūrtayaḥ padaṃ juṣanta yad divi

These his victorious followers bold in the heavens the place they love, Leagued in the heart of sacrifice, as well we know.

ayaṃ dīrghāya cakṣase prāci prayaty adhvare mimīte yajñam ānuṣag vicakṣya

That we may long behold the light, what time the ordered rite proceeds, He duly measures, as he views, the sacrifice.

vṛṣāyam indra te ratha uto te vṛṣaṇā harī vṛṣā tvaṃ śatakrato vṛṣā havaḥ

O Indra, strong is this thy car, and strong are these Bay Steeds of thine: O Satakratu, thou art strong, strong is our call.

vṛṣā grāvā vṛṣā mado vṛṣā somo ayaṃ sutaḥ vṛṣā yajño yam invasi vṛṣā havaḥ

Strong is the press-stone, strong thy joy, strong is the flowing Soma juice: Strong is the rite thou furtherest, strong is our call.

vṛṣā tvā vṛṣaṇaṃ huve vajriñcitrābhir ūtibhiḥ vāvantha hi pratiṣṭutiṃ vṛṣā havaḥ

As strong I call on thee the Strong, O Thunderer with thy thousand aids: For thou hast won the hymn of praise. Strong is our call.