Rig Veda 8.78

puroﾱāśaṃ no andhasa indra sahasram ā bhara śatā ca śūra gonām

Bring us a thousand, Indra, as our guerdon for the Soma juice: Hundreds of kine, O Hero, bring.

ā no bhara vyañjanaṃ gām aśvam abhyañjanam sacā manā hiraṇyayā

Bring cattle, bring us ornament, bring us embellishment and steeds, Give us, besides, two rings of gold.

uta naḥ karṇaśobhanā purūṇi dhṛṣṇav ā bhara tvaṃ hi śṛṇviṣe vaso

And, Bold One, bring in ample store rich jewels to adorn this ear, For thou, Good Lord, art far renowned.

nakīṃ vṛdhīka indra te na suṣā na sudā uta nānyas tvacchūra vāghataḥ

None other is there for the priest, Hero! but thou, to give him gifts, To win much spoil and prosper him.

nakīm indro nikartave na śakraḥ pariśaktave viśvaṃ śṛṇoti paśyati

Indra can never be brought low, Sakra can never be subdued: He heareth and beholdeth all.

sa manyum martyānām adabdho ni cikīṣate purā nidaś cikīṣate

He spieth out the wrath of man, he who can never be deceived: Ere blame can come he marketh it.

kratva it pūrṇam udaraṃ turasyāsti vidhataḥ vṛtraghnaḥ somapāvnaḥ

He hath his stomach full of might, the Vritra-slayer, Conqueror, The Soma-drinker, ordering all.

tve vasūni saṃgatā viśvā ca soma saubhagā sudātv aparihvṛtā

In thee all treasures are combined, Soma all blessed things in thee, Uninjured, easy to bestow.

tvām id yavayur mama kāmo gavyur hiraṇyayuḥ tvām aśvayur eṣate

To thee speeds forth my hope that craves the gift of corn, and kine and gold, Yea, craving horses, speeds to thee.

taved indrāham āśasā haste dātraṃ canā dade dinasya vā maghavan saṃbhṛtasya vā pūrdhi yavasya kāśinā

Indra, through hope in thee alone even this sickle do I grasp. Fill my hand, Maghavan, with all that it can hold of barley cut or gathered up.