Rig Veda 8.93

ud ghed abhi śrutāmaghaṃ vṛṣabhaṃ naryāpasam astāram eṣi sūrya

Surya, thou mountest up to meet the Hero famous for his wealth, Who hurls the bolt and works for man

nava yo navatim puro bibheda bāhvojasā ahiṃ ca vṛtrahāvadhīt

Him who with might of both his arms brake nine-and-ninety castles down, Slew Vritra and smote Ahi dead.

sa na indraḥ śivaḥ sakhāśvāvad gomad yavamat urudhāreva dohate

This Indra is our gracious Friend. He sends us in a full broad stream Riches in horses, kine, and corn.

yad adya kac ca vṛtrahann udagā abhi sūrya sarvaṃ tad indra te vaśe

Whatever, Vritra-slayer! thou, Surya, hast risen upon to-day, That, Indra, all is in thy power.

yad vā pravṛddha satpate na marā iti manyase uto tat satyam it tava

When, Mighty One, Lord of the brave, thou thinkest thus, I shall not die, That thought of thine is true indeed.

ye somāsaḥ parāvati ye arvāvati sunvire sarvāṃs tāṁ indra gacchasi

Thou, Indra, goest unto all Soma libations shed for thee, Both far away and near at hand.

tam indraṃ vājayāmasi mahe vṛtrāya hantave sa vṛṣā vṛṣabho bhuvat

We make this Indra very strong to strike the mighty Vritra dead: A vigorous Hero shall he be.

indraḥ sa dāmane kṛta ojiṣṭhaḥ sa made hitaḥ dyumnī ślokī sa somyaḥ

Indra was made for giving, set, most mighty, o'er the joyous draught. Bright, meet for Soma, famed in song.

girā vajro na saṃbhṛtaḥ sabalo anapacyutaḥ vavakṣa ṛṣvo astṛtaḥ

By song as 'twere, the powerful bolt which none may parry was prepared Lofty, invincible he grew.

durge cin naḥ sugaṃ kṛdhi gṛṇāna indra girvaṇaḥ tvaṃ ca maghavan vaśaḥ

Indra, Song-lover, lauded, make even in the wilds fair ways for us, Whenever, Maghavan, thou wilt.

yasya te nū cid ādiśaṃ na minanti svarājyam na devo nādhrigur janaḥ

Thou whose commandment and behest of sovran sway none disregards, Neither audacious man nor God.

adhā te apratiṣkutaṃ devī śuṣmaṃ saparyataḥ ubhe suśipra rodasī

And both these Goddesses, Earth, Heaven, Lord of the beauteous helm! revere Thy might which no one may resist.

tvam etad adhārayaḥ kṛṣṇāsu rohiṇīṣu ca paruṣṇīṣu ruśat payaḥ

Thou in the black cows and the red and in the cows with spotted skin This white milk hast deposited.

vi yad aher adha tviṣo viśve devāso akramuḥ vidan mṛgasya tāṁ amaḥ

When in their terror all the Gods shrank from the Dragon's furious might, Fear of the monster fell on them.

ād u me nivaro bhuvad vṛtrahādiṣṭa pauṃsyam ajātaśatrur astṛtaḥ

Then he was my Defender, then, Invincible, whose foe is not, The Vritra-slayer showed his might.

śrutaṃ vo vṛtrahantamam pra śardhaṃ carṣaṇīnām ā śuṣe rādhase mahe

Him your best Vritra-slayer, him the famous Champion of mankind I urge to great munificence,

ayā dhiyā ca gavyayā puruṇāman puruṣṭuta yat some soma ābhavaḥ

To come, Much-lauded! Many-named with this same thought that longs for milk, Whene'er the Soma juice is shed.

bodhinmanā id astu no vṛtrahā bhūryāsutiḥ śṛṇotu śakra āśiṣam

Much-honoured by libations, may the Vritra-slayer wake for us: May Sakra listen to our prayers.

kayā tvaṃ na ūtyābhi pra mandase vṛṣan kayā stotṛbhya ā bhara

O Hero, with that aid dost thou delight us, with what succour bring Riches to those who worship thee?

kasya vṛṣā sute sacā niyutvān vṛṣabho raṇat vṛtrahā somapītaye

With whose libation joys the Strong, the Hero with his team who quells The foe, to drink the Soma juice?

abhī ṣu ṇas tvaṃ rayim mandasānaḥ sahasriṇam prayantā bodhi dāśuṣe

Rejoicing in thy spirit bring thousand fold opulence to us: Enrich thy votary with gifts.

patnīvantaḥ sutā ima uśanto yanti vītaye apāṃ jagmir nicumpuṇaḥ

These juices with their wedded wives flow to enjoyment lovingly: To waters speeds the restless one.

iṣṭā hotrā asṛkṣatendraṃ vṛdhāso adhvare acchāvabhṛtham ojasā

Presented strengthening gifts have sent Indra away at sacrifice, With might, onto the cleansing bath.

iha tyā sadhamādyā harī hiraṇyakeśyā voﾱhām abhi prayo hitam

These two who share his feast, Bay Steeds with golden manes, shall bring him to The banquet that is laid for him.

tubhyaṃ somāḥ sutā ime stīrṇam barhir vibhāvaso stotṛbhya indram ā vaha

For thee, O Lord of Light, are shed these Soma-drops, and grass is strewn Bring Indra to his worshippers.

ā te dakṣaṃ vi rocanā dadhad ratnā vi dāśuṣe stotṛbhya indram arcata

May Indra give thee skill, and lights of heaven, wealth to his votary And priests who praise him: laud ye him.

ā te dadhāmīndriyam ukthā viśvā śatakrato stotṛbhya indra mṛﾱaya

O Satakratu, wondrous strength and all our lauds I bring to thee: Be gracious to thy worshippers.

bhadraṃ bhadraṃ na ā bhareṣam ūrjaṃ śatakrato yad indra mṛﾱayāsi naḥ

Bring to us all things excellent, O Satakratu, food and strength: For, Indra, thou art kind to us.

sa no viśvāny ā bhara suvitāni śatakrato yad indra mṛﾱayāsi naḥ

O Satakratu, bring to us all blessings, all felicity: Fbr, Indra, thou art kind to us.

tvām id vṛtrahantama sutāvanto havāmahe yad indra mṛﾱayāsi naḥ

Bearing the Soma juice we call, best Vritra-slayer, unto thee: For, Indra, thou art kind to us.

upa no haribhiḥ sutaṃ yāhi madānām pate upa no haribhiḥ sutam

Come, Lord of rapturous, joys, to our libation with thy Bay Steeds, come To our libation with thy Steeds.

dvitā yo vṛtrahantamo vida indraḥ śatakratuḥ upa no haribhiḥ sutam

Known as best Vritra-slayer erst, as Indra Satakratu, come With Bay Steeds to the juice we shed.

tvaṃ hi vṛtrahann eṣām pātā somānām asi upa no haribhiḥ sutam

O Vritra-slayer, thou art he who drinks these drops of Soma: come With Bay Steeds to the juice we shed.

indra iṣe dadātu na ṛbhukṣaṇam ṛbhuṃ rayim vājī dadātu vājinam

May Indra give, to aid us, wealth handy that rules the Skilful Ones: Yea, may the Strong give potent wealth.