Rig Veda 8.89

bṛhad indrāya gāyata maruto vṛtrahantamam yena jyotir ajanayann ṛtāvṛdho devaṃ devāya jāgṛvi

To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts that slays the Vritras best. Whereby the Holy Ones created for the God the light divine that ever wakes.

devās ta indra sakhyāya yemire bṛhadbhāno marudgaṇa

Indra who quells the curse blew curses far away, and then in splendour came to us. Indra, refulgent with thy Marut host! the Gods strove eagerly to win thy love.

pra va indrāya bṛhate maruto brahmārcata vṛtraṃ hanati vṛtrahā śatakratur vajreṇa śataparvaṇā

Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a holy hymn of praise. Let Satakratu, Vritra-slayer, kill the foe with hundred-knotted thunderbolt.

abhi pra bhara dhṛṣatā dhṛṣanmanaḥ śravaś cit te asad bṛhat arṣantv āpo javasā vi mātaro hano vṛtraṃ jayā svaḥ

Aim and fetch boldly forth, O thou whose heart is bold: great glory will be thine thereby. In rapid torrent let the mother waters spread. Slay Vritra, win the light of heaven.

yaj jāyathā apūrvya maghavan vṛtrahatyāya tat pṛthivīm aprathayas tad astabhnā uta dyām

When thou, unequalled Maghavan, wast born to smite the Vritras dead, Thou spreadest out the spacious earth and didst support and prop the heavens.

tat te yajño ajāyata tad arka uta haskṛtiḥ tad viśvam abhibhūr asi yaj jātaṃ yac ca jantvam

There was the sacrifice produced for thee, the laud, and song of joy, Thou in thy might surpassest all, all that now is and yet shall be.

āmāsu pakvam airaya ā sūryaṃ rohayo divi gharmaṃ na sāman tapatā suvṛktibhir juṣṭaṃ girvaṇase bṛhat

Raw kine thou filledst with ripe milk. Thou madest Surya rise to heaven., Heat him as milk is heated with pure Sama hymns, great joy to him who loves the song.