Rig Veda
This verse is not included in this edition.
As cows low to their calves in stalls, so with our songs we glorify This Indra, even your Wondrous God who checks attack, who joys in the delicious juice.
dyukṣaṃ sudānuṃ taviṣībhir āvṛtaṃ giriṃ na purubhojasam kṣumantaṃ vājaṃ śatinaṃ sahasriṇam makṣū gomantam īmahe
Celestial, bounteous Giver, girt about with might, rich, mountain-like, in precious things, Him swift we seek. for foodful booty rich in kine, brought hundredfold and thousandfold.
na tvā bṛhanto adrayo varanta indra vīﾱavaḥ yad ditsasi stuvate māvate vasu nakiṣ ṭad ā mināti te
Indra, the strong and lofty hills are powerless to bar thy way. None stay that act of thine when thou wouldst fain give wealth to one like me who sings thy praise.
yoddhāsi kratvā śavasota daṃsanā viśvā jātābhi majmanā ā tvāyam arka ūtaye vavartati yaṃ gotamā ajījanan
A Warrior thou by strength, wisdom, and wondrous deed, in might excellest all that is. Hither may this our hymn attract thee to our help, the hymn which Gotamas have made.
pra hi ririkṣa ojasā divo antebhyas pari na tvā vivyāca raja indra pārthivam anu svadhāṃ vavakṣitha
For in thy might thou stretchest out beyond the boundaries of heaven. The earthly region, Indra, comprehends thee not. After thy Godhead hast thou waxed.
nakiḥ pariṣṭir maghavan maghasya te yad dāśuṣe daśasyasi asmākam bodhy ucathasya coditā maṃhiṣṭho vājasātaye
When, Maghavan, thou honourest the worshipper, no one is there to stay thy wealth. Most liberal Giver thou, do thou inspire our song of praise, that we may win the spoil.