Rig Veda
This verse is not included in this edition.
As with Manu Samvarani, Indra, thou drankest Soma juice, And, Maghavan, with Nipatithi, Medbyatithi, with Pushtigu and Srushtigu,-
pārṣadvāṇaḥ praskaṇvaṃ sam asādayacchayānaṃ jivrim uddhitam sahasrāṇy asiṣāsad gavām ṛṣis tvoto dasyave vṛkaḥ
The son of Prsadvana was Praskaniva's host, who lay decrepit and forlorn. Aided by thee the Rishi Dasyavevrka strove to obtain thousands of kine.
ya ukthebhir na vindhate cikid ya ṛṣicodanaḥ indraṃ tam acchā vada navyasyā maty ariṣyantaṃ na bhojase
Call hither with thy newest song Indra who lacks not hymns of praise, Him who observes and knows, inspirer of the sage, him who seems eager to enjoy.
yasmā arkaṃ saptaśīrṣāṇam ānṛcus tridhātum uttame pade sa tv imā viśvā bhuvanāni cikradad ād ij janiṣṭa pauṃsyam
He unto whom they sang the seven-headed hymn, three-parted, in the loftiest place, He sent his thunder down on all these living things, and so displayed heroic might.
yo no dātā vasūnām indraṃ taṃ hūmahe vayam vidmā hy asya sumatiṃ navīyasīṃ gamema gomati vraje
We invocate that Indra who bestoweth precious things on us. Now do we know his newest favour; may we gain a stable that is full of kine.
yasmai tvaṃ vaso dānāya śikṣasi sa rāyas poṣam aśnute taṃ tvā vayam maghavann indra girvaṇaḥ sutāvanto havāmahe
He whom thou aidest, gracious Lord, to give again, obtains great wealth to nourish him. We with our Soma ready, Lover of the Song! call, Indra Maghavan, on thee.
kadācana starīr asi nendra saścasi dāśuṣe upopen nu maghavan bhūya in nu te dānaṃ devasya pṛcyate
Ne'er art thou fruitless, Indra ne'er dost thou desert the worshipper But now, O Maghavan, thy bounty as a God is poured forth ever more and more.
pra yo nanakṣe abhy ojasā kriviṃ vadhaiḥ śuṣṇaṃ nighoṣayan yaded astambhīt prathayann amūṃ divam ād ij janiṣṭa pārthivaḥ
He who hath. overtaken Krivi with his might, and silenced Sushna with deathbolts, When he supported yonder heaven and spread it out, then first the son of earth was born.
yasyāyaṃ viśva āryo dāsaḥ śevadhipā ariḥ tiraś cid arye ruśame parīravi tubhyet so ajyate rayiḥ
Good Lord of wealth is he to whom all Aryas, Dasas here belong. Directly unto thee, the pious Rusama Paviru, is that wealth brought nigh.
turaṇyavo madhumantaṃ ghṛtaścutaṃ viprāso arkam ānṛcuḥ asme rayiḥ paprathe vṛṣṇyaṃ śavo 'sme suvānāsa indavaḥ
In zealous haste the singers have sung forth a song distilling oil and rich in sweets. Riches have spread among us and heroic strength, with us are flowing Soma-drops.