Rig Veda 8.46

tvāvataḥ purūvaso vayam indra praṇetaḥ smasi sthātar harīṇām

We, Indra, Lord of ample wealth, our Guide, depend on one like thee, Thou driver of the Tawny Steeds.

tvāṃ hi satyam adrivo vidma dātāram iṣām vidma dātāraṃ rayīṇām

For, Hurler of the Bolt, we know thee true, the giver of our food, We know the giver of our wealth.

ā yasya te mahimānaṃ śatamūte śatakrato gīrbhir gṛṇanti kāravaḥ

O thou whose majesty the bards celebrate with their songs, thou Lord, Of hundred powers and hundred aids.

sunītho ghā sa martyo yam maruto yam aryamā mitraḥ pānty adruhaḥ

Fair guidance hath the mortal man whom Aryaman, the Marut host, And Mitra, void of guile, protect.

dadhāno gomad aśvavat suvīryam ādityajūta edhate sadā rāyā puruspṛhā

Kine, steeds, and hero strength he gains, and prospers, by the Adityas sped, Ever in wealth which all desire.

tam indraṃ dānam īmahe śavasānam abhīrvam īśānaṃ rāya īmahe

We pray to Indra for his gift, to him the Fearless and the Strong, We pray to him the Lord of wealth.

tasmin hi santy ūtayo viśvā abhīravaḥ sacā tam ā vahantu saptayaḥ purūvasum madāya harayaḥ sutam

For verily combined in him are all the fearless powers of aid. Him, rich in wealth, let swift Steeds bring to us, his Bays, to Soma juice for his carouse:

yas te mado vareṇyo ya indra vṛtrahantamaḥ ya ādadiḥ svar nṛbhir yaḥ pṛtanāsu duṣṭaraḥ

Yea, that most excellent carouse, Indra, which slays most enemies, With Heroes wins the light of heaven, and is invincible in war:

yo duṣṭaro viśvavāra śravāyyo vājeṣv asti tarutā sa naḥ śaviṣṭha savanā vaso gahi gamema gomati vraje

Which merits fame, all-bountiful! and, unsubdued, hath victory in deeds of might. So come to our libations, Strongest! Excellent! May we obtain a stall of kine.

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Responding to our wish for cows, for steeds, and chariots, as of old, Be gracious, Greatest of the Great

nahi te śūra rādhaso 'ntaṃ vindāmi satrā daśasyā no maghavan nū cid adrivo dhiyo vājebhir āvitha

For, Hero, nowhere can I find the bounds of thy munificence. Still do thou favour us, O Bolt-armed Maghavan: with strength hast thou rewarded hymns.

ya ṛṣvaḥ śrāvayatsakhā viśvet sa veda janimā puruṣṭutaḥ taṃ viśve mānuṣā yugendraṃ havante taviṣaṃ yatasrucaḥ

High, glorifier of his friend, he knows all generations, he whom many praise. All races of mankind with ladies lifted up invoke that Mighty Indra's aid.

sa no vājeṣv avitā purūvasuḥ purasthātā maghavā vṛtrahā bhuvat

Be he our Champion and Protector in great deeds, rich in all wealth, the Vritra-slayer, Maghavan.

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In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your Hero with high laud, to him the Wise, To Indra, glorious in his name, the Mighty One, even as the hymn alloweth it.

dadī rekṇas tanve dadir vasu dadir vājeṣu puruhūta vājinam nūnam atha

Thou givest wealth to me myself, thou givest treasure, Excellent! and the strong steed, O Much-invoked, in deeds of might, yea, even now.

viśveṣām irajyantaṃ vasūnāṃ sāsahvāṃsaṃ cid asya varpasaḥ kṛpayato nūnam aty atha

Him, Sovran Ruler of all precious things, who even hath power o'er this fair form of his, As now it taketh shape, and afterward,

mahaḥ su vo aram iṣe stavāmahe mīﾱhuṣe araṅgamāya jagmaye yajñebhir gīrbhir viśvamanuṣām marutām iyakṣasi gāye tvā namasā girā

We praise, so that the Mighty One may speed to you, Pourer of bounties, Traveller, prepared to go. Thou favourest the Maruts known to all, by song and sacrifice. With song and praise I sing to thee.

ye pātayante ajmabhir girīṇāṃ snubhir eṣām yajñam mahiṣvaṇīnāṃ sumnaṃ tuviṣvaṇīnām prādhvare

We in the sacrifice perform their will whose voice is lifted high, The worship of those Thundering Ones who o'er the ridges of these mountains fly in troops.

prabhaṅgaṃ durmatīnām indra śaviṣṭhā bhara rayim asmabhyaṃ yujyaṃ codayanmate jyeṣṭhaṃ codayanmate

O Indra, Mightiest, bring us that which crushes men of evil minds, Wealth suited to our needs, O Stirrer of the thought, best wealth, O thou who stirrest thought.

sanitaḥ susanitar ugra citra cetiṣṭha sūnṛta prāsahā samrāṭ sahuriṃ sahantam bhujyuṃ vājeṣu pūrvyam

O Winner, noble winner, strong, wondrous, most splendid, excellent, Sole Lord of victory, bring all-overpowering wealth, joy-giving, chief in deeds of might.

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Now let the godless man approach who hath received reward so great As Vasa, Asvya, when this light of morning dawned, received from Prithusravas, from Kanita's son.

ṣaṣṭiṃ sahasrāśvyasyāyutāsanam uṣṭrānāṃ viṃśatiṃ śatā daśa śyāvīnāṃ śatā daśa tryaruṣīṇāṃ daśa gavāṃ sahasrā

Steeds sixty thousand and ten thousand kine, and twenty hundred camels I obtained; Ten hundred brown in hue, and other ten red in three spots: in all, ten thousand kine.

daśa śyāvā ṛdhadrayo vītavārāsa āśavaḥ mathrā nemiṃ ni vāvṛtuḥ

Ten browns that make my wealth increase, fleet steeds whose tails are long and fair, Turn with swift whirl my chariot wheel;

dānāsaḥ pṛthuśravasaḥ kānītasya surādhasaḥ rathaṃ hiraṇyayaṃ dadan maṃhiṣṭhaḥ sūrir abhūd varṣiṣṭham akṛta śravaḥ

The gifts which Prithusravas gave, Kanita's son munificent. He gave a chariot wrought of gold: the prince was passing bountiful, and won himself most lofty fame.

ā no vāyo mahe tane yāhi makhāya pājase vayaṃ hi te cakṛmā bhūri dāvane sadyaś cin mahi dāvane

Come thou to this great rite of ours, Vayu! to give us vigorous light. We have served thee that thou mightest give much to us, yea, mightest quickly give great wealth.

yo aśvebhir vahate vasta usrās triḥ sapta saptatīnām ebhiḥ somebhiḥ somasudbhiḥ somapā dānāya śukrapūtapāḥ

Who with thrice seven times seventy horses comes to us, invested with the rays of morn, Through these our Soma-draughts and those who press, to give, drinker of pure bright Soma Juice.

yo ma imaṃ cid u tmanāmandac citraṃ dāvane araṭve akṣe nahuṣe sukṛtvani sukṛttarāya sukratuḥ

Who hath inclined this glorious one, bounteous himself, to give me gifts. Borne on firm chariot with the prosperous Nahup, wise, to a man yet more devout.

ucathye vapuṣi yaḥ svarāﾱ uta vāyo ghṛtasnāḥ aśveṣitaṃ rajeṣitaṃ śuneṣitam prājma tad idaṃ nu tat

Sole Lord in beauty meet for praise, O Vayu, dropping fatness down, Hurried along by steeds, by camels, and by hounds, spreads forth thy train: even this it is.

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So, as a prize dear to the strong, the sixty thousand have I gained, Bulls that resemble vigorous steeds.

gāvo na yūtham upa yanti vadhraya upa mā yanti vadhrayaḥ

To me come oxen like a herd, yea, unto me the oxen come.

adha yac cārathe gaṇe śatam uṣṭrāṃ acikradat adha śvitneṣu viṃśatiṃ śatā

And in the grazing herd he made a hundred camels bleat for me, And twenty hundred mid the white.

śataṃ dāse balbūthe vipras tarukṣa ā dade te te vāyav ime janā madantīndragopā madanti devagopāḥ

A hundred has the sage received, Dasa Balbutha's and Taruksha's gifts. These are thy people, Vayu, who rejoice with Indra for their guard, rejoice with Gods for guards.

adha syā yoṣaṇā mahī pratīcī vaśam aśvyam adhirukmā vi nīyate

And now to Vasa Asvya here this stately woman is led forth, Adorned with ornaments of gold.