Rig Veda
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Song-lover! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma flows. O Indra, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their calves.
ā tvā śukrā acucyavuḥ sutāsa indra girvaṇaḥ pibā tv asyāndhasa indra viśvāsu te hitam
Bright juices hitherward have sped thee, Indra, Lover of the Song. Drink, Indra, of this flowing sap: in every house 'tis set for thee.
pibā somam madāya kam indra śyenābhṛtaṃ sutam tvaṃ hi śaśvatīnām patī rājā viśām asi
Drink Soma to inspirit thee, juice, Indra, which the Falcon brought: For thou art King and Sovran Lord of all the families of men.
śrudhī havaṃ tiraścyā indra yas tvā saparyati suvīryasya gomato rāyas pūrdhi mahāṁ asi
O Indra, hear Tirasci's call, the call of him who serveth thee. Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring: Great art thou.
indra yas te navīyasīṃ giram mandrām ajījanat cikitvinmanasaṃ dhiyam pratnām ṛtasya pipyuṣīm
For he, O Indra, hath produced for thee the newest gladdening song, A hymn that springs from careful thought, ancient, and full of sacred truth.
tam u ṣṭavāma yaṃ gira indram ukthāni vāvṛdhuḥ purūṇy asya pauṃsyā siṣāsanto vanāmahe
That Indra will we laud whom songs and hymns of praise have magnified. Striving to win, we celebrate his many deeds of hero might.
eto nv indraṃ stavāma śuddhaṃ śuddhena sāmnā śuddhair ukthair vāvṛdhvāṃsaṃ śuddha āśīrvān mamattu
Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymns. Let the pure milky draught delight him strengthened by pure songs of praise.
indra śuddho na ā gahi śuddhaḥ śuddhābhir ūtibhiḥ śuddho rayiṃ ni dhāraya śuddho mamaddhi somyaḥ
O Indra, come thou pure to us, with pure assistance, pure thyself. Pure, send thou riches down to us, and, meet for Soma, pure, be glad.
indra śuddho hi no rayiṃ śuddho ratnāni dāśuṣe śuddho vṛtrāṇi jighnase śuddho vājaṃ siṣāsasi
O Indra, pure, vouchsafe us wealth, and, pure, enrich the worshipper. Pure, thou dost strike the Vritras dead, and strivest, pure, to win the spoil.