Rig Veda 8.32

pra kṛtāny ṛjīṣiṇaḥ kaṇvā indrasya gāthayā made somasya vocata

Kanvas, tell forth with song the deeds of Indra, the Impetuous, Wrought in the Soma's wild delight.

yaḥ sṛbindam anarśanim pipruṃ dāsam ahīśuvam vadhīd ugro riṇann apaḥ

Strong God, he slew Anarsani, Sribinda, Pipru, and the fiend, Ahisuva, and loosed the floods.

ny arbudasya viṣṭapaṃ varṣmāṇam bṛhatas tira kṛṣe tad indra pauṃsyam

Thou broughtest down the dwelling-place, the height of lofty Arbuda. That exploit, Indra, must be famed.

prati śrutāya vo dhṛṣat tūrṇāśaṃ na girer adhi huve suśipram ūtaye

Bold, to your famous Soma I call the fair-visored God for aid, Down like a torrent from the hill.

sa gor aśvasya vi vrajam mandānaḥ somyebhyaḥ puraṃ na śūra darṣasi

Rejoicing in the Soma-draughts, Hero, burst open, like a fort, The stall of horses and of kine.

yadi me rāraṇaḥ suta ukthe vā dadhase canaḥ ārād upa svadhā gahi

If my libation gladdens, if thou takest pleasure in my laud, Come with thy Godhead from afar.

vayaṃ ghā te api ṣmasi stotāra indra girvaṇaḥ tvaṃ no jinva somapāḥ

O Indra, Lover of the Song, the singers of thy praise are we: O Soma-drinker, quicken us.

uta naḥ pitum ā bhara saṃrarāṇo avikṣitam maghavan bhūri te vasu

And, taking thy delight with us bring us still undiminished food: Great is thy wealth, O Maghavan.

uta no gomatas kṛdhi hiraṇyavato aśvinaḥ iﾱābhiḥ saṃ rabhemahi

Make thou us rich in herds of kine, in steeds, in gold: let us exert Our strength in sacrificial gifts.

bṛbadukthaṃ havāmahe sṛprakarasnam ūtaye sādhu kṛṇvantam avase

Let us call him to aid whose hands stretch far, to whom high laud is due. Who worketh well to succour us.

yaḥ saṃsthe cicchatakratur ād īṃ kṛṇoti vṛtrahā jaritṛbhyaḥ purūvasuḥ

He, Satakratu, even in fight acts as a Vritra-slayer still: He gives his worshippers much wealth.

sa naḥ śakraś cid ā śakad dānavāṃ antarābharaḥ indro viśvābhir ūtibhiḥ

May he, this Aakra, strengthen us, Boon God who satisfies our needs, Indra, with all his saving helps.

yo rāyo 'vanir mahān supāraḥ sunvataḥ sakhā tam indram abhi gāyata

To him, the mighty stream of wealth, the Soma-presser's rescuing Friend, To Indra sing your song of praise;

āyantāram mahi sthiram pṛtanāsu śravojitam bhūrer īśānam ojasā

Who bringeth what is great and firm, who winneth glory in his wars, Lord of vast wealth through power and might.

nakir asya śacīnāṃ niyantā sūnṛtānām nakir vaktā na dād iti

There liveth none to cheek or stay his energies and gracious deeds: None who can say, He giveth not.

na nūnam brahmaṇām ṛṇam prāśūnām asti sunvatām na somo apratā pape

No debt is due by Brahmans now, by active men who press the juice: Well hath each Soma-draught been paid.

panya id upa gāyata panya ukthāni śaṃsata brahmā kṛṇota panya it

Sing ye to him who must be praised, say lauds to him who must be praised, Bring prayer to him who must be praised.

panya ā dardiracchatā sahasrā vājy avṛtaḥ indro yo yajvano vṛdhaḥ

May be, unchecked, strong, meet for praise, bring hundreds, thousands forth to light, Indra who aids the worshipper.

vi ṣū cara svadhā anu kṛṣṭīnām anv āhuvaḥ indra piba sutānām

Go with thy God-like nature forth, go where the folk are calling thee: Drink, Indra, of the drops we pour.

piba svadhainavānām uta yas tugrye sacā utāyam indra yas tava

Drink milky draughts which are thine own, this too which was with Tugrya once, This is it, Indra, that is thine.

atīhi manyuṣāviṇaṃ suṣuvāṃsam upāraṇe imaṃ rātaṃ sutam piba

Pass him who pours libations out in angry mood or after sin: Here drink the juice we offer thee.

ihi tisraḥ parāvata ihi pañca janāṃ ati dhenā indrāvacākaśat

Over the three great distances, past the Five Peoples go thy way, O Indra, noticing our voice.

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Send forth thy ray like Surya: let my songs attract thee hitherward, Like waters gathering to the vale.

adhvaryav ā tu hi ṣiñca somaṃ vīrāya śipriṇe bharā sutasya pītaye

Now to the Hero fair of cheek, Adhvaryu, pour the Soma forth: Bring of the juice that he may drink

ya udnaḥ phaligam bhinan nyak sindhūṃr avāsṛjat yo goṣu pakvaṃ dhārayat

Who cleft the water-cloud in twain, loosed rivers for their downward flow, And set the ripe milk in the kine.

ahan vṛtram ṛcīṣama aurṇavābham ahīśuvam himenāvidhyad arbudam

He, meet for praise, slew Vritra, slew Ahisuva, Urnavabha's son, And pierced through Arbuda with frost.

pra va ugrāya niṣṭure 'ṣāﾱhāya prasakṣiṇe devattam brahma gāyata

To him your matchless Mighty One, unconquerable Conqueror, Sing forth the prayer which Gods have given:

yo viśvāny abhi vratā somasya made andhasaḥ indro deveṣu cetati

Indra, who in the wild delight of Soma juice considers here All holy Laws among the Gods.

iha tyā sadhamādyā harī hiraṇyakeśyā voﾱhām abhi prayo hitam

Hither let these thy Bays who share thy banquet, Steeds with golden manes, Convey thee to the feast prepared.

arvāñcaṃ tvā puruṣṭuta priyamedhastutā harī somapeyāya vakṣataḥ

Hither, O thou whom many laud, the Bays whom Priyamedha praised, Shall bring thee to the Soma-draught.