Rig Veda 8.4

yad indra prāg apāg udaṅ nyag vā hūyase nṛbhiḥ simā purū nṛṣūto asy ānave 'si praśardha turvaśe

Though, Indra, thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and south, Thou chiefly art with Anava and Turvasa, brave Champion I urged by men to Come.

yad vā rume ruśame śyāvake kṛpa indra mādayase sacā kaṇvāsas tvā brahmabhi stomavāhasa indrā yacchanty ā gahi

Or, Indra, when with Ruma, Rusama, Syavaka, and Kripa thou rejoicest thee, Still do the Kanvas, bringing praises, with their prayers, O Indra, draw thee hither: come.

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Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool, Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kanvas drink thy fill.

mandantu tvā maghavann indrendavo rādhodeyāya sunvate āmuṣyā somam apibaś camū sutaṃ jyeṣṭhaṃ tad dadhiṣe sahaḥ

May the drops gladden thee, rich Indra, and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice. Soma pressed in the mortar didst thou take and drink, and hence hast won surpassing might.

pra cakre sahasā saho babhañja manyum ojasā viśve ta indra pṛtanāyavo yaho ni vṛkṣā iva yemire

With mightier strength he conquered strength, with energy he crushed their wrath. O Indra, Strong in youth, all those who sought the fray bent and bowed down to thee like trees.

sahasreṇeva sacate yavīyudhā yas ta ānaﾱ upastutim putram prāvargaṃ kṛṇute suvīrye dāśnoti namauktibhiḥ

He who wins promise of thine aid goes girt as with a thousand mighty men of war. He makes his son preeminent in hero might - he serves with reverential prayer.

mā bhema mā śramiṣmograsya sakhye tava mahat te vṛṣṇo abhicakṣyaṃ kṛtam paśyema turvaśaṃ yadum

With thee, the Mighty, for our Friend, we will riot fear or feel fatigue. May we see Turvasa and Yadu: thy great deed, O Hero, must be glorified.

savyām anu sphigyaṃ vāvase vṛṣā na dāno asya roṣati madhvā saṃpṛktāḥ sāragheṇa dhenavas tūyam ehi dravā piba

On his left hip the Hero hath reclined himself: the proffered feast offends him not. The milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come hither, baste, and drink.

aśvī rathī surūpa id gomāṁ id indra te sakhā śvātrabhājā vayasā sacate sadā candro yāti sabhām upa

Indra, thy friend is fair of form and rich in horses, cars, and kine. He evermore hath food accompanied by wealth, and radiant joins the company.

ṛśyo na tṛṣyann avapānam ā gahi pibā somaṃ vaśāṁ anu nimeghamāno maghavan dive diva ojiṣṭhaṃ dadhiṣe sahaḥ

Come like a thirsty antelope to the drinking-place: drink Soma to thy heart's desire. Raining it down, O Maghavan, day after day, thou gainest thy surpassing might.

adhvaryo drāvayā tvaṃ somam indraḥ pipāsati upa nūnaṃ yuyuje vṛṣaṇā harī ā ca jagāma vṛtrahā

Priest, let the Soma juice flow forth, for Indra longs to drink thereof. He even now hath yoked his vigorous Bay Steeds: the Vritra-slayer hath come near.

svayaṃ cit sa manyate dāśurir jano yatrā somasya tṛmpasi idaṃ te annaṃ yujyaṃ samukṣitaṃ tasyehi pra dravā piba

The man with whom thou fillest thee with Soma deems himself a pious worshipper. This thine appropriate food is here poured out for thee: come, hasten forward. drink of it,

ratheṣṭhāyādhvaryavaḥ somam indrāya sotana adhi bradhnasyādrayo vi cakṣate sunvanto dāśvadhvaram

Press out the Soma juice, ye priests, for Indra borne upon his car. The pressing-stones speak loud of Indra, while they shed the juice which, offered, honours him.

upa bradhnaṃ vāvātā vṛṣaṇā harī indram apasu vakṣataḥ arvāñcaṃ tvā saptayo 'dhvaraśriyo vahantu savaned upa

To the brown juice may his dear vigorous Bay Steeds bring Indra, to our holy task. Hither let thy Car-steeds who seek the sacrifice bring thee to our drink-offerings.

pra pūṣaṇaṃ vṛṇīmahe yujyāya purūvasum sa śakra śikṣa puruhūta no dhiyā tuje rāye vimocana

Pushan, the Lord of ample wealth, for firm alliance we elect. May he with wisdom, Sakra! Looser! Much-invoked! aid us to riches and to seed.

saṃ naḥ śiśīhi bhurijor iva kṣuraṃ rāsva rāyo vimocana tve tan naḥ suvedam usriyaṃ vasu yaṃ tvaṃ hinoṣi martyam

Sharpen us like a razor in the barber's hands: send riches thou who settest free. Easy to find with thee are treasures of the Dawn for mortal man whom thou dost speed.

vemi tvā pūṣann ṛñjase vemi stotava āghṛṇe na tasya vemy araṇaṃ hi tad vaso stuṣe pajrāya sāmne

Pushan, I long to win thy love, I long to praise thee, Radiant God. Excellent Lord, 'tis strange tome, no wish have I to sing the psalm that Pajra sings.

parā gāvo yavasaṃ kaccid āghṛṇe nityaṃ rekṇo amartya asmākam pūṣann avitā śivo bhava maṃhiṣṭho vājasātaye

My kine, O Radiant God, seek pasture where they will, my during wealth, Immortal One. Be our protector, Pushan! be, most liberal Lord, propitious to our gathering strength.

sthūraṃ rādhaḥ śatāśvaṃ kuruṅgasya diviṣṭiṣu rājñas tveṣasya subhagasya rātiṣu turvaśeṣv amanmahi

Rich was the gift Kurunga gave, a hundred steeds at morning rites. Among the gifts of Turvasas we thought of him, the opulent, the splendid King.

dhībhiḥ sātāni kāṇvasya vājinaḥ priyamedhair abhidyubhiḥ ṣaṣṭiṃ sahasrānu nirmajām aje nir yūthāni gavām ṛṣiḥ

What by his morning songs Kanva, the powerful, hath, with the Priyamedhas, gained- The herds of sixty thousand pure and spotless kine, have I, the Rishi, driven away.

vṛkṣāś cin me abhipitve arāraṇuḥ gām bhajanta mehanāśvam bhajanta mehanā

The very trees were joyful at my coming: kine they obtained in plenty, steeds in plenty.