jajñāno nu śatakratur vi pṛcchad iti mātaram ka ugrāḥ ke ha śṛṇvire
Scarcely was Satakratu, born when of his Mother he inquired, Who are the mighty? Who are famed?
Rig Veda
jajñāno nu śatakratur vi pṛcchad iti mātaram ka ugrāḥ ke ha śṛṇvire
Scarcely was Satakratu, born when of his Mother he inquired, Who are the mighty? Who are famed?
ād īṃ śavasy abravīd aurṇavābham ahīśuvam te putra santu niṣṭuraḥ
Then Savassi declared to him Aurnavabha, Ahisuva: Son, these be they thou must o'erthrow
sam it tān vṛtrahākhidat khe arāṁ iva khedayā pravṛddho dasyuhābhavat
The Vritra-slayer smote them all as spokes are hammered into naves: The Dasyu-killer waxed in might.
ekayā pratidhāpibat sākaṃ sarāṃsi triṃśatam indraḥ somasya kāṇukā
Then Indra at a single draught drank the contents of thirty pails, Pails that were filled with Soma juice.
abhi gandharvam atṛṇad abudhneṣu rajassv ā indro brahmabhya id vṛdhe
Indra in groundless realms of space pierced the Gandharva through, that he Might make Brahmans' strength increase.
nir āvidhyad giribhya ā dhārayat pakvam odanam indro bundaṃ svātatam
Down from the mountains Indra shot hither his well-directed shaft: He gained the ready brew of rice.
śatabradhna iṣus tava sahasraparṇa eka it yam indra cakṛṣe yujam
One only is that shaft of thine, with thousand feathers, hundred barbs, Which, Indra, thou hast made thy friend.
tena stotṛbhya ā bhara nṛbhyo nāribhyo attave sadyo jāta ṛbhuṣṭhira
Strong as the Gbhus at thy birth, therewith to those who praise thee, men, And women, bring thou food to eat.
etā cyautnāni te kṛtā varṣiṣṭhāni parīṇasā hṛdā vīḍv adhārayaḥ
By thee these exploits were achieved, the mightiest deeds, abundantly: Firm in thy heart thou settest them.
viśvet tā viṣṇur ābharad urukramas tveṣitaḥ śatam mahiṣān kṣīrapākam odanaṃ varāham indra emuṣam
All these things Vishnu brought, the Lord of ample stride whom thou hadst sent- A hundred buffaloes, a brew of rice and milk: and Indra, slew the ravening boar
tuvikṣaṃ te sukṛtaṃ sūmayaṃ dhanuḥ sādhur bundo hiraṇyayaḥ ubhā te bāhū raṇyā susaṃskṛta ṛdūpe cid ṛdūvṛdhā
Most deadly is thy bow, successful, fashioned well: good is thine arrow, decked with gold. Warlike and well equipped thine arms are, which increase sweetness for him who drinks the sweet.