Rig Veda 8.15

tam v abhi pra gāyata puruhūtam puruṣṭutam indraṃ gīrbhis taviṣam ā vivāsata

Sing forth to him whom many men invoke, to him whom many laud. Invite the powerful Indra with your songs of praise.

yasya dvibarhaso bṛhat saho dādhāra rodasī girīṃr ajrāṁ apaḥ svar vṛṣatvanā

Whose lofty might-for doubly strong is he-supports the heavens and earth, And hills and plains and floods and light with manly power.

sa rājasi puruṣṭutaṃ eko vṛtrāṇi jighnase indra jaitrā śravasyā ca yantave

Such, Praised by many! thou art King alone thou smitest Vritras dead, To gain, O Indra, spoils of war and high renown.

taṃ te madaṃ gṛṇīmasi vṛṣaṇam pṛtsu sāsahim u lokakṛtnum adrivo hariśriyam

We sing this strong and wild delight of thine which conquers in the fray, Which, Caster of the Stone! gives room and shines like gold.

yena jyotīṃṣy āyave manave ca viveditha mandāno asya barhiṣo vi rājasi

Wherewith thou also foundest lights for Ayu and for Manu's sake: Now joying in this sacred grass thou beamest forth.

tad adyā cit ta ukthino 'nu ṣṭuvanti pūrvathā vṛṣapatnīr apo jayā dive dive

This day too singers of the hymn praise, as of old, this might of thine: Win thou the waters day by day, thralls of the strong.

tava tyad indriyam bṛhat tava śuṣmam uta kratum vajraṃ śiśāti dhiṣaṇā vareṇyam

That lofty Indra-power of thine, thy strength and thine intelligence, Thy thunderbolt for which we long, the wish makes keen.

tava dyaur indra pauṃsyam pṛthivī vardhati śravaḥ

O Indra, Heaven and Earth augment thy manly power and thy renown; The waters and thy mountains stir and urge thee on.

tvāṃ viṣṇur bṛhan kṣayo mitro gṛṇāti varuṇaḥ tvāṃ śardho madaty anu mārutam

Vishnu the lofty ruling Power, Varuna, Mitra sing thy praise: In thee the Marut3' company have great delight.

tvaṃ vṛṣā janānām maṃhiṣṭha indra jajñiṣe satrā viśvā svapatyāni dadhiṣe

O Indra, thou wast born the Lord of men, most liberal of thy gifts: Excellent deeds for evermore are all thine own.

satrā tvam puruṣṭutaṃ eko vṛtrāṇi tośase nānya indrāt karaṇam bhūya invati

Ever, alone, O highly-praised, thou sendest Vritras to their rest: None else than Indra executes the mighty deed.

yad indra manmaśas tvā nānā havanta ūtaye asmākebhir nṛbhir atrā svar jaya

Though here and there, in varied hymns, Indra, men call on thee for aid, Still with our heroes fight and win the light of heaven.

araṃ kṣayāya no mahe viśvā rūpāṇy āviśan indraṃ jaitrāya harṣayā śacīpatim

Already have all forms of him entered our spacious dwelling-place: For victory stir thou Indra, up, the Lord of Might.