Sama Veda

मा चिदन्यद्वि शंसत सखायो मा रिषण्यत इन्द्रमित्स्तोता वृषणं सचा सुते मुहुरुक्था च शंसत

Speak nothing else, friends, do not go astray; praise only Indra, the mighty, at the Soma-pressing—again and again, sing his praises.

तृतीय द्वितीयो ऽर्धः न किष्टं कर्मणा नशद्यश्चकार सदावृधम् इन्द्रं न यज्ञैर्विश्वगूर्तमृभ्वसमधृष्टं धृष्णुमोजसा

Neither the third nor the second part of the work is lost; he has accomplished the ever-growing Indra—by sacrifices, Indra, famed everywhere, unconquered, strong with might.

य ऋते चिदभिश्रिषः पुरा जत्रुभ्य आतृदः सन्धाता सन्धिं मघवा पुरूवसुर्निष्कर्ता विह्रुतं पुनः

He alone, even without others, was the supporter before, who gave strength to the limbs; Maghavan, the generous, the joiner, the restorer, who brings back what was lost.

आ त्वा सहस्रमा शतं युक्ता रथे हिरण्यये ब्रह्मयुजो हरय इन्द्र केशिनो वहन्तु सोमपीतये

To you, Indra, let a thousand and a hundred golden-yoked, long-maned steeds, yoked by prayer, bring you on the chariot for the drinking of Soma.

आ मन्द्रैरिन्द्र हरिभिर्याहि मयूररोमभिः मा त्वा के चिन्नि येमुरिन्न पाशिनो ऽति धन्वेव तां इहि

Come, Indra, with your splendid, peacock-maned bays; let none restrain you, not even those with snares—come straight here, as an arrow flies.

त्वमङ्ग प्र शंसिषो देवः शविष्ठ मर्त्यम् न त्वदन्यो मघवन्नस्ति मर्डितेन्द्र ब्रवीमि ते वचः

You alone, indeed, are praised, O god most mighty, among mortals; there is no other helper like you, Maghavan—Indra, I speak these words to you.

त्वमिन्द्र यशा अस्यृजीषी शवसस्पतिः त्वं वृत्राणि हंस्यप्रतीन्येक इत्पुर्वनुत्तश्चर्षणीधृतिः

You, Indra, are the lord of glory, the master of strength; you alone slay all adversaries, ever the foremost, upholding the people with unmatched power.

इन्द्रमिद्देवतातय इन्द्रं प्रयत्यध्वरे इन्द्रं समीके वनिनो हवामह इन्द्रं धनस्य सातये

To Indra alone, at every sacrifice, at every gathering, do we call; to Indra for the winning of wealth, to Indra, the god, do we offer our invocations.

इमा उ त्वा पुरूवसो गिरो या मम पावकवर्णाः शुचयो विपश्चितो ऽभि स्तोमैरनूषत

These songs, O generous one, these bright, pure, and wise hymns of mine, have reached you, shining with praise.

उदु त्ये मधुमत्तमा गिर स्तोमास ईरते सत्राजितो धनसा अक्षितोतयो वाजयन्तो रथा इव

Those most honeyed songs, those hymns, rise up like victorious, ever-flowing chariots, bringing wealth, for the one who wins the prize.

यथा गौरो अपा कृतं तृष्यन्नेत्यवेरिणम् आपित्वे नः प्रपित्वे तूयमा गहि कण्वेषु सु सचा पिब

As a thirsty bull seeks out water, so come to us, O Indra, for our friendship and for our ancestors—join the Kanvas, drink with us.

शग्ध्यूषु शचीपत इन्द्र विश्वाभिरूतिभिः भगं न हि त्वा यशसं वसुविदमनु शूर चरामसि

O Indra, Lord of Strength, with all your aids, may we move with you, O renowned one, as with Bhaga, you who know the wealth.

या इन्द्र भुज आभरः स्वर्वां असुरेभ्यः स्तोतारमिन्मघवन्नस्य ये च त्वे वृक्तबर्हिषः

O Indra, bring us the might that conquers foes, O Maghavan, for the singer and for those who offer with sacred grass to you, the radiant one.

प्र मित्राय प्रार्यम्णे सचथ्यमृतावसो वरूथ्ये वरुणे छन्द्यं वचः स्तोत्रं राजसु गायत

Sing forth a worthy hymn to Mitra, to the noble Aryaman, to Varuna of steadfast laws, and to the royal ones, a song of praise among kings.

अभि त्वा पूर्वपीतय इन्द्र स्तोमेभिरायवः समीचीनास ऋभवः समस्वरन्रुद्रा गृणन्त पूर्व्यम्

To you, Indra, the ancient drinkers have sung together with hymns; the Ribhus, united, have chanted, and the Rudras praise your ancient might.

प्र व इन्द्राय बृहते मरुतो ब्रह्मार्चत वृत्रं हनति वृत्रहा शतक्रतुर्वज्रेण शतपर्वणा

Sing forth your praise to mighty Indra, O Maruts; let your hymn resound. The slayer of Vṛtra, the one of a hundred powers, strikes down the foe with his hundred-jointed thunderbolt.

बृहदिन्द्राय गायत मरुतो वृत्रहन्तमम् येन ज्योतिरजनयन्नृतावृधो देवं देवाय जागृवि

Sing loudly to great Indra, O Maruts, the most powerful slayer of Vṛtra, by whom the gods, lovers of truth, awakened the light for the god.

इन्द्र क्रतुं न आ भर पिता पुत्रेभ्यो यथा शिक्षा णो अस्मिन्पुरुहूत यामनि जीवा ज्योतिरशीमहि

Indra, bring us wisdom as a father gives to his sons; teach us, O much-invoked one, so that in this dwelling we may attain living light.

मा न इन्द्र परा वृणग्भवा नः सधमाद्ये त्वं न ऊती त्वमिन्न आप्यम् मा न इन्द्र परा वृणक्

O Indra, do not turn away from us; be with us at the shared feast. You are our aid, you are our refuge; O Indra, do not turn away from us.

वयं घ त्वा सुतावन्त आपो न वृक्तबर्हिषः पवित्रस्य प्रस्रवणेषु वृत्रहन्परि स्तोतार आसते

We, the singers, sit around you, O Vṛtra-slayer, with pressed Soma, as waters around the sacred grass, at the outpourings of the purifier.

यदिन्द्र नाहुषीष्वा ओजो नृम्णं च कृष्टिषु यद्वा पञ्च क्षितीनां द्युम्नमा भर सत्रा विश्वानि पौंस्या

Whatever strength, O Indra, you have among the descendants of Nahusha, or manliness among peoples, or glory among the five tribes, bring that to us; may you grant all heroic powers together.

सत्यमित्था वृषेदसि वृषजूतिर्नो ऽविता वृषा ह्युग्र शृण्विषे परावति वृषो अर्वावति श्रुतः

Truly, you are thus a bull; with bull's might you are our protector. Mighty one, you hear from afar, and from near, you are renowned.

यच्छक्रासि परावति यदर्वावति वृत्रहन् अतस्त्वा गीर्भिर्द्युगदिन्द्र केशिभिः सुतावां आ विवासति

Whatever you do, O Vṛtra-slayer, whether far or near, therefore, Indra, the singers call upon you with hymns, with the pressing of Soma.

अभि वो वीरमन्धसो मदेषु गाय गिरा महा विचेतसम् इन्द्रं नाम श्रुत्यं शाकिनं वचो यथा

Sing with voice in the intoxications to you, the heroic, the great, the wise Indra, whose name is to be heard, the generous one, as is fitting.

इन्द्र त्रिधातु शरणं त्रिवरूथं स्वस्तये छर्दिर्यच्छ मघवद्भ्यश्च मह्यं च यावया दिद्युमेभ्यः

Indra, grant a threefold shelter, a triple protection for well-being; give cover to the generous and to me, and drive away these lightnings.

श्रायन्त इव सूर्यं विश्वेदिन्द्रस्य भक्षत वसूनि जातो जनिमान्योजसा प्रति भागं न दीधिमः

All the treasures of Indra, as if they were gazing at the sun, are to be enjoyed; born in strength, we have obtained our share as with Bhaga.

न सीमदेव आप तदिषं दीर्घायो मर्त्यः एतग्वा चिद्या एतशो युयोजत इन्द्रो हरी युयोजते

No god, no mortal, attains that wealth; not even one who lives long. Even the swiftest, even the eager, Indra alone has yoked his two bays.

आ नो विश्वासु हव्यमिन्द्रं समत्सु भूषत उप ब्रह्माणि सवनानि वृत्रहन्परमज्या ऋचीषम

May Indra be adorned with all offerings in every battle; come to the hymns and libations, O Vṛtra-slayer, with the highest praise.

तवेदिन्द्रावमं वसु त्वं पुष्यसि मध्यमम् सत्रा विश्वस्य परमस्य राजसि न किष्ट्वा गोषु वृण्वते

Your lowest wealth is yours, Indra; you foster the middle. Altogether you rule over the highest of all; none withholds the cows from you.