Rig Veda
vayam u tvām apūrvya sthūraṃ na kaccid bharanto 'vasyavaḥ vāje citraṃ havāmahe
We call on thee, O Matchless One! We seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves, Call on thee wonderful in fight
upa tvā karmann ūtaye sa no yuvograś cakrāma yo dhṛṣat tvām iddhy avitāraṃ vavṛmahe sakhāya indra sānasim
On thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the mighty, hath gonse forth. We therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, free-giver, as our Guardian God.
ā yāhīma indavo 'śvapate gopata urvarāpate somaṃ somapate piba
Come hither, for the drops are here, O Lord of corn-lands. Lord of horses, Lord of kine: Drink thou the Soma, Soma's Lord!
vayaṃ hi tvā bandhumantam abandhavo viprāsa indra yemima yā te dhāmāni vṛṣabha tebhir ā gahi viśvebhiḥ somapītaye
For we the kinless singers have drawn hither thee, O Indra, who hast numerous kin. With all the forms thou hast, comic thou of bull-like strength, come near to drink the Soma juice.
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Sitting like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk, that gladdeneth and exalteth thee, Indra, to thee we sing aloud.
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We speak to thee with this our reverential prayer. Why art thou pondering yet awhile? Here are our wishes; thou art liberal, Lord of Bays: we and our hymns are present here.
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For not in recent times alone, O Indra, Thunder-armed, have we obtained thine aid. Of old we knew thy plenteous wealth.
vidmā sakhitvam uta śūra bhojyam ā te tā vajrinn īmahe uto samasminn ā śiśīhi no vaso vāje suśipra gomati
Hero, we knew thy friendship and thy rich rewards: these, Thunderer, now we crave of thee. O Vasu, for all wealth that cometh of the kine, sharpen our powers, fair-visored God.
yo na idam idaṃ purā pra vasya ānināya tam u va stuṣe sakhāya indram ūtaye
Him who of old hath brought to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you, Even Indra, O my friends, for help
haryaśvaṃ satpatiṃ carṣaṇīsahaṃ sa hi ṣmā yo amandata ā tu naḥ sa vayati gavyam aśvyaṃ stotṛbhyo maghavā śatam
Borne by Bay Steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he who takes; delight. May Maghavan bestow on us his worshippers hundreds of cattle and of steeds.
tvayā ha svid yujā vayam prati śvasantaṃ vṛṣabha bruvīmahi saṃsthe janasya gomataḥ
Hero, may we, with thee for Friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath, In fight with people rich in kine.
jayema kāre puruhūta kāriṇo 'bhi tiṣṭhema dūḍhyaḥ nṛbhir vṛtraṃ hanyāma śūśuyāma cāver indra pra ṇo dhiyaḥ
May we be victors in the singer's battle song, and meet the wicked, Much invoked! With heroes smite the foeman and show forth our strength. O Indra, further thou our thoughts.
abhrātṛvyo anā tvam anāpir indra januṣā sanād asi yudhed āpitvam icchase
O Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou: Thou seekest comradeship in war.
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Thou findest not the wealthy man to be thy friend: those scorn thee who are flown with wine. What time thou thunderest and gatherest, then thou, even as a Father, art invoked.
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O Indra, let us not, like fools who waste their lives at home, with friendship such as thine Sit idly by the poured-out juice.
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Giver of kine, may we not miss thy gracious gifts: let us not rob thee of thine own. Strip even the strong places of the foe, and bring: thy gifts can never be made vain.
indro vā ghed iyan maghaṃ sarasvatī vā subhagā dadir vasu tvaṃ vā citra dāśuṣe
Indra or blest Sarasvati alone bestows such wealth, treasure so great, or thou, O Chitra, on the worshipper.
citra id rājā rājakā id anyake yake sarasvatīm anu parjanya iva tatanaddhi vṛṣṭyā sahasram ayutā dadat
Chitra is King, and only kinglings are the rest who dwell beside Sarasvati. He, like Parjanya with his rain, hath spread himself with thousand, yea, with myriad gifts.