Rig Veda
tarobhir vo vidadvasum indraṃ sabādha ūtaye bṛhad gāyantaḥ sutasome adhvare huve bharaṃ na kāriṇam
Loud singing at the sacred rite where Soma flows we priests invoke With haste, that he may help, as the bard's Cherisher, Indra who findeth wealth for you.
na yaṃ dudhrā varante na sthirā muro made suśipram andhasaḥ ya ādṛtyā śaśamānāya sunvate dātā jaritra ukthyam
Whom with fair helm, in rapture of the juice, the firm resistless slayers hinder not: Giver of glorious wealth to him who sing a his praise, honouring him who toils and pours:
yaḥ śakro mṛkṣo aśvyo yo vā kījo hiraṇyayaḥ sa ūrvasya rejayaty apāvṛtim indro gavyasya vṛtrahā
Sakra, who like a curry-comb for horses or a golden goad, Indra, the Vritra-slayer, urges eagerly the opening of the stall of kine:
nikhātaṃ cid yaḥ purusaṃbhṛtaṃ vasūd id vapati dāśuṣe vajrī suśipro haryaśva it karad indraḥ kratvā yathā vaśat
Who for the worshipper scatters forth ample wealth, even though buried, piled in heaps: May Indra, Lord of Bay Steeds, fair-helmed Thunderer, act at his pleasure, as he lists.
yad vāvantha puruṣṭuta purā cicchūra nṛṇām vayaṃ tat ta indra sam bharāmasi yajñam ukthaṃ turaṃ vacaḥ
Hero whom many praise, what thou hast longed for, oven of old, from men. All that we offer unto thee, O Indra, now, sacrifice, laud, effectual speech.
sacā someṣu puruhūta vajrivo madāya dyukṣa somapāḥ tvam iddhi brahmakṛte kāmyaṃ vasu deṣṭhaḥ sunvate bhuvaḥ
To Soma, Much-invoked, Bolt-armed! for thy carouse, Celestial, Soma-drinker come. Thou to the man who- prays and pours the juice hast been best giver of delightful wealth.
vayam enam idā hyo 'pīpemeha vajriṇam tasmā u adya samanā sutam bharā nūnam bhūṣata śrute
Here, verily, yesterday we let the Thunder-wielder drink his fill. So in like manner offer him the juice today. Now range you by the Glorious One.
vṛkaś cid asya vāraṇa urāmathir ā vayuneṣu bhūṣati semaṃ na stomaṃ jujuṣāṇa ā gahīndra pra citrayā dhiyā
Even the wolf, the savage beast that rends the sheep, follows the path of his decrees. So graciously accepting, Indra, this our praise, with wondrous thought come forth to us.
kad ū nv asyākṛtam indrasyāsti pauṃsyam keno nu kaṃ śromatena na śuśruve januṣaḥ pari vṛtrahā
What manly deed of vigour now remains that Indra hath not done? Who hath not heard his glorious title and his fame, the Vritra-slayer from his birth?
kad ū mahīr adhṛṣṭā asya taviṣīḥ kad u vṛtraghno astṛtam indro viśvān bekanāṭāṁ ahardṛśa uta kratvā paṇīṃr abhi
'How great his power resistless! how invincible the Vritra-slayer's matchless might! Indra excels all usurers who see the day, excels all traffickers in strength.
vayaṃ ghā te apūrvyendra brahmāṇi vṛtrahan purūtamāsaḥ puruhūta vajrivo bhṛtiṃ na pra bharāmasi
O Indra, Vritra-slayer, we, thy very constant worshippers, Bring prayers ne'er heard before to thee, O Much-invoked, O Thunder-armed, to be thy mead.
pūrvīś ciddhi tve tuvikūrminn āśaso havanta indrotayaḥ tiraś cid aryaḥ savanā vaso gahi śaviṣṭha śrudhi me havam
O thou of mighty acts, the aids that are in thee call forward many an eager hope. Past the drink-offerings, Vasu, even of the good, hear my call, Strongest God, and come.
vayaṃ ghā te tve id v indra viprā api ṣmasi nahi tvad anyaḥ puruhūta kaścana maghavann asti marḍitā
Verily, Indra, we are thine, we worshippers depend on thee. For there is none but only thou to show us race, O Maghavan, thou much invoked.
tvaṃ no asyā amater uta kṣudho 'bhiśaster ava spṛdhi tvaṃ na ūtī tava citrayā dhiyā śikṣā śaciṣṭha gātuvit
From this our misery and famine set us free, from this dire curse deliver us. Succour us with thine help and with thy wondrous thought. Most Mighty, finder of the way.
soma id vaḥ suto astu kalayo mā bibhītana aped eṣa dhvasmāyati svayaṃ ghaiṣo apāyati
Now let your Soma juice be poured; be not afraid, O Kali's sons. This darkening sorrow goes away; yea, of itself it vanishes.