Rig Veda 8.92

pāntam ā vo andhasa indram abhi pra gāyata viśvāsāhaṃ śatakratum maṃhiṣṭhaṃ carṣaṇīnām

Invite ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma juice, All-conquering Satakratu, most munificent of all who live.

puruhūtam puruṣṭutaṃ gāthānyaṃ sanaśrutam indra iti bravītana

Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song, renowned of old: His name is Indra, tell it forth.

indra in no mahānāṃ dātā vājānāṃ nṛtuḥ mahāṁ abhijñv ā yamat

Indra the Dancer be to us the giver of abundant strength: May he, the mighty, bring it near.

apād u śipry andhasaḥ sudakṣasya prahoṣiṇaḥ indor indro yavāśiraḥ

Indra whose jaws are strong hath drunk of worshipping Sudaksha's draught, The Soma juice with barley mixt.

tam v abhi prārcatendraṃ somasya pītaye tad iddhy asya vardhanam

Call Indra loudly with your songs of praise to drink the Soma juice. For this is what augments his strength.

asya pītvā madānāṃ devo devasyaujasā viśvābhi bhuvanā bhuvat

When he hath drank its gladdening drops, the God with vigour of a God Hath far surpassed all things that are.

tyam u vaḥ satrāsāhaṃ viśvāsu gīrṣv āyatam ā cyāvayasy ūtaye

Thou speedest down to succour us this ever-conquering God of yours, Him who is drawn to all our songs

yudhmaṃ santam anarvāṇaṃ somapām anapacyutam naram avāryakratum

The Warrior not to he restrained, the Soma-drinker ne'er o'erthrown, The Chieftain of resistless might.

śikṣā ṇa indra rāya ā puru vidvāṁ ṛcīṣama avā naḥ pārye dhane

O Indra, send us riches, thou Omniscient, worthy of our praise: Help us in the decisive fray.

ataś cid indra ṇa upā yāhi śatavājayā iṣā sahasravājayā

Even thence, O 1ndra, come to us with food that gives a hundred powers, With food that gives a thousand powers.

ayāma dhīvato dhiyo 'rvadbhiḥ śakra godare jayema pṛtsu vajrivaḥ

We sought the wisdom of the wise. Sakra, Kine-giver, Thunder-armed! May we with steeds o'ercome in fight.

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We make thee, Satakratu, find enjoyment in the songs we sing. Like cattle in the pasture lands.

viśvā hi martyatvanānukāmā śatakrato aganma vajrinn āśasaḥ

For, Satakratu, Thunder-armed, all that we craved, as men are wont, All that we hoped, have we attained.

tve su putra śavaso 'vṛtran kāmakātayaḥ na tvām indrāti ricyate

Those, Son of Strength, are come to thee who cherish wishes in their hearts O Indra, none excelleth thee.

sa no vṛṣan saniṣṭhayā saṃ ghorayā dravitnvā dhiyāviḍḍhi purandhyā

So, Hero, guard us with thy care, with thy most liberal providence, Speedy, and terrible to foes.

yas te nūnaṃ śatakratav indra dyumnitamo madaḥ tena nūnam made madeḥ

O Satakratu Indra, now rejoice with that carouse of thine Which is most splendid of them all

yas te citraśravastamo ya indra vṛtrahantamaḥ ya ojodātamo madaḥ

Even, Indra, that carouse which slays the Vritras best, most widely famed, Best giver of thy power and might.

vidmā hi yas te adrivas tvādattaḥ satya somapāḥ viśvāsu dasma kṛṣṭiṣu

For that which is thy gift we know, true Soma-drinker, Thunder-armed, Mighty One, amid all the folk.

indrāya madvane sutam pari ṣṭobhantu no giraḥ arkam arcantu kāravaḥ

For Indra, Lover of Carouse, loud be our songs about the juice: Let poets sing the song of praise.

yasmin viśvā adhi śriyo raṇanti sapta saṃsadaḥ indraṃ sute havāmahe

We summon Indra to the draught, in whom all glories rest, in whom The seven communities rejoice.

trikadrukeṣu cetanaṃ devāso yajñam atnata tam id vardhantu no giraḥ

At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind: Let our songs aid and prosper it.

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Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the sea: O Indra, naught excelleth thee.

vivyaktha mahinā vṛṣan bhakṣaṃ somasya jāgṛve ya indra jaṭhareṣu te

Thou, wakeful Hero, by thy might hast taken food of Soma juice, Which, Indra, is within thee now.

araṃ ta indra kukṣaye somo bhavatu vṛtrahan araṃ dhāmabhya indavaḥ

O Indra, Vritra-slayer, let Soma be ready for thy maw, The drops be ready for thy forms.

aram aśvāya gāyati śrutakakṣo araṃ gave aram indrasya dhāmne

Now Srutakaksha sings his song that cattle and the steed may come, That Indra's very self may come.

araṃ hi ṣma suteṣu ṇaḥ someṣv indra bhūṣasi araṃ te śakra dāvane

Here, Indra, thou art ready by our Soma juices shed for thee, Sakra, at hand that thou mayst give.

parākāttāc cid adrivas tvāṃ nakṣanta no giraḥ araṃ gamāma te vayam

Even from far away our songs reach thee, O Caster of the Stone: May we come very close to thee.

evā hy asi vīrayur evā śūra uta sthiraḥ evā te rādhyam manaḥ

For so thou art the hero's Friend, a Hero, too, art thou, and strong: So may thine heart be won to us.

evā rātis tuvīmagha viśvebhir dhāyi dhātṛbhiḥ adhā cid indra me sacā

So hath the offering, wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers: So dwell thou, Indra, even with me.

mo ṣu brahmeva tandrayur bhuvo vājānām pate matsvā sutasya gomataḥ

Be not thou like a sloth fed priest, O Lord of spoil and wealth: rejoice In the pressed Soma blent with milk.

mā na indrābhy ādiśaḥ sūro aktuṣv ā yaman tvā yujā vanema tat

O Indra, let not ill designs surround us in the sunbeams' light: This may we gain with thee for Friend.

tvayed indra yujā vayam prati bruvīmahi spṛdhaḥ tvam asmākaṃ tava smasi

With thee to help us, Indra, let us answer all our enemies: For thou art ours and we are thine.

tvām iddhi tvāyavo 'nunonuvataś carān sakhāya indra kāravaḥ

Indra, the poets and thy friends, faithful to thee, shall loudly sing Thy praises as they follow thee.