Rig Veda
indrāya sāma gāyata viprāya bṛhate bṛhat dharmakṛte vipaścite panasyave
To Indra sing a Sama hymn, a lofty song to Lofty Sage, To him who guards the Law, inspired, and fain for praise.
tvam indrābhibhūr asi tvaṃ sūryam arocayaḥ viśvakarmā viśvadevo mahāṁ asi
Thou, Indra, art the Conqueror: thou gavest splendour to the Sun. Maker of all things, thou art Mighty and All-God.
vibhrājañ jyotiṣā svar agaccho rocanaṃ divaḥ devās ta indra sakhyāya yemire
Radiant with light thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of heaven. ne Deities, Indra strove to win thee for their Friend.
endra no gadhi priyaḥ satrājid agohyaḥ girir na viśvatas pṛthuḥ patir divaḥ
Come unto us, O Indra, dear, still conquering, unconcealable, Vast as a mountain spread on all sides, Lord of Heaven.
abhi hi satya somapā ubhe babhūtha rodasī indrāsi sunvato vṛdhaḥ patir divaḥ
O truthful Soma-drinker, thou art mightier than both the worlds. Thou strengthenest him who pours libation, Lord of Heaven.
tvaṃ hi śaśvatīnām indra dartā purām asi hantā dasyor manor vṛdhaḥ patir divaḥ
For thou art he, O Indra, who stormeth all castles of the foe, Slayer of Dasyus, man's Supporter, Lord of Heaven.
adhā hīndra girvaṇa upa tvā kāmān mahaḥ sasṛjmahe udeva yanta udabhiḥ
Now have we, Indra, Friend of Song, sent our great wishes forth to thee, Coming like floods that follow floods.
vār ṇa tvā yavyābhir vardhanti śūra brahmāṇi vāvṛdhvāṃsaṃ cid adrivo dive dive
As rivers swell the ocean, so, Hero, our prayers increase thy might, Though of thyself, O Thunderer, waxing day by day.
yuñjanti harī iṣirasya gāthayorau ratha uruyuge indravāhā vacoyujā
With holy song may bind to the broad wide-yoked car the Bay Steeds of the rapid God, Bearers of Indra, yoked by word.
tvaṃ na indrā bharaṃ ojo nṛmṇaṃ śatakrato vicarṣaṇe ā vīram pṛtanāṣaham
O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring A hero conquering in war.
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For, gracious Satakratu, thou hast ever been a Mother and a Sire to us, So now for bliss we pray to thee.
tvāṃ śuṣmin puruhūta vājayantam upa bruve śatakrato sa no rāsva suvīryam
To thee, Strong, Much-invoked, who showest forth thy strength, O Satakratu, do I speak: So grant thou us heroic strength.