Rig Veda
pra pra vas triṣṭubham iṣam mandadvīrāyendave dhiyā vo medhasātaye purandhyā vivāsati
I send you forth the song of praise for Indu, hero-gladdener. With hymn and plenty he invites you to complete the sacrifice.
nadaṃ va odatīnāṃ nadaṃ yoyuvatīnām patiṃ vo aghnyānāṃ dhenūnām iṣudhyasi
Thou wishest for thy kine a bull, for those who long for his approach, For those who turn away from him, lord of thy cows whom none may kill.
tā asya sūdadohasaḥ somaṃ śrīṇanti pṛśnayaḥ janman devānāṃ viśas triṣv ā rocane divaḥ
The dappled kine who stream with milk prepare his draught of Soma juice: Clans in the birth-place of the Gods, in the three luminous realms of heaven.
This verse is not included in this edition.
Praise, even as he is known, with song Indra the guardian of the kine, The Son of Truth, Lord of the brave.
ā harayaḥ sasṛjrire 'ruṣīr adhi barhiṣi yatrābhi saṃnavāmahe
Hither his Bay Steeds have been sent, red Steeds are on the sacred grass,, Where we in concert sing our songs.
indrāya gāva āśiraṃ duduhre vajriṇe madhu yat sīm upahvare vidat
For Indra Thunder-armed the kine have yielded mingled milk and meath, What time he found them in the vault.
ud yad bradhnasya viṣṭapaṃ gṛham indraś ca ganvahi madhvaḥ pītvā sacevahi triḥ sapta sakhyuḥ pade
When I and Indra mount on high up to the Bright One's place and home, We, having drunk of meath, will reach his seat whose Friends are three times seven.
arcata prārcata priyamedhāso arcata arcantu putrakā uta puraṃ na dhṛṣṇv arcata
Sing, sing ye forth your songs of praise, ye Briyamedhas, sing your songs: Yea, let young children sing their lauds as a strong castle praise ye him.
ava svarāti gargaro godhā pari saniṣvaṇat piṅgā pari caniṣkadad indrāya brahmodyatam
Now loudly let the viol sound, the lute send out its voice with might, Shrill be the music of the string. To Indra is the hymn up-raised.
ā yat patanty enyaḥ sudughā anapasphuraḥ apasphuraṃ gṛbhāyata somam indrāya pātave
When hither speed the dappled cows, unflinching, easy to be milked, Seize quickly, as it bursts away, the Soma juice for Indra's drink.
apād indro apād agnir viśve devā amatsata varuṇa id iha kṣayat tam āpo abhy anūṣata vatsaṃ saṃśiśvarīr iva
Indra hath drunk, Agni hath drunk. all Deities have drunk their fill. Here Varuna shall have his home, to whom the floods have sung aloud as mother kine unto their calves.
sudevo asi varuṇa yasya te sapta sindhavaḥ anukṣaranti kākudaṃ sūrmyaṃ suṣirām iva
Thou, Varuna, to whom belong Seven Rivers, art a glorious God. The waters flow into thy throat as 'twere a pipe with ample mouth.
yo vyatīṃr aphāṇayat suyuktāṁ upa dāśuṣe takvo netā tad id vapur upamā yo amucyata
He who hath made the fleet steeds spring, well-harnessed, to the worshipper, He, the swift Guide, is that fair form that loosed the horses near at hand.
atīd u śakra ohata indro viśvā ati dviṣaḥ bhinat kanīna odanam pacyamānam paro girā
Indra, the very Mighty, holds his enemies in utter scorn. He, far away, and yet a child, cleft the cloud smitten by his voice.
arbhako na kumārako 'dhi tiṣṭhan navaṃ ratham sa pakṣan mahiṣam mṛgam pitre mātre vibhukratum
He, yet a boy exceeding small, mounted his newly-fashioned car. He for his Mother and his Sire cooked the wild mighty buffalo.
ā tū suśipra dampate rathaṃ tiṣṭhā hiraṇyayam adha dyukṣaṃ sacevahi sahasrapādam aruṣaṃ svastigām anehasam
Lord of the home, fair-helmeted, ascend thy chariot wrought of gold. We will attend the Heavenly One, the thousand-footed, red of hue, matchless, who blesses where he goes.
taṃ ghem itthā namasvina upa svarājam āsate arthaṃ cid asya sudhitaṃ yad etava āvartayanti dāvane
With reverence they come hitherward to him as to. a Sovran lord, That they may bring him near for this man's good success, to prosper and bestow his gifts.
anu pratnasyaukasaḥ priyamedhāsa eṣām pūrvām anu prayatiṃ vṛktabarhiṣo hitaprayasa āśata
The Priyamedhas have observed the offering of the men of old, Of ancient custom, while they strewed the sacred grass, and spread their sacrificial food.