HYMN LXXXI. Indra – Rig Veda – Book 8
आ तू न इन्द्र कषुमन्तं चित्रं गराभं सं गर्भाय |
महाहस्ती दक्षिणेन ||
विद्मा हि तवा तुविकूर्मिं तुविदेष्णं तुवीमघम |
नहि तवा शूर देवा न मर्तासो दित्सन्तम |
भीमं न गां वारयन्ते ||
एतो नविन्द्रं सतवामेशानं वस्वः सवराजम |
न राधसा मर्धिषन नः ||
पर सतोषदुप गासिषच्छ्रवत साम गीयमानम |
अभि राधसा जुगुरत ||
आ नो भर दक्षिणेनाभि सव्येन पर मर्श |
इन्द्र मा नो वसोर्निर्भाक ||
उप करमस्वा भर धर्षता धर्ष्णो जनानाम |
अदाशूष्टरस्य वेदः ||
इन्द्र य उ नु ते अस्ति वाजो विप्रेभिः सनित्वः |
अस्माभिःसु तं सनुहि ||
सद्योजुवस्ते वाजा अस्मभ्यं विश्वश्चन्द्राः |
वशैश्च मक्षू जरन्ते ||
ā tū na indra kṣumantaṃ citraṃ ghrābhaṃ saṃ ghṛbhāya |
mahāhastī dakṣiṇena ||
vidmā hi tvā tuvikūrmiṃ tuvideṣṇaṃ tuvīmagham |
nahi tvā śūra devā na martāso ditsantam |
bhīmaṃ na ghāṃ vārayante ||
eto nvindraṃ stavāmeśānaṃ vasvaḥ svarājam |
na rādhasā mardhiṣan naḥ ||
pra stoṣadupa ghāsiṣacchravat sāma ghīyamānam |
abhi rādhasā jughurat ||
ā no bhara dakṣiṇenābhi savyena pra mṛśa |
indra mā no vasornirbhāk ||
upa kramasvā bhara dhṛṣatā dhṛṣṇo janānām |
adāśūṣṭarasya vedaḥ ||
indra ya u nu te asti vājo viprebhiḥ sanitvaḥ |
asmābhiḥsu taṃ sanuhi ||
sadyojuvaste vājā asmabhyaṃ viśvaścandrāḥ |
vaśaiśca makṣū jarante ||
Translated by Ralph T.H. Griffith
1. INVITE ye Indra with a song to drink your draught of Soma juice,
All-conquering Śatakratu, most munificent of all who live.
2 Lauded by many, much-invoked, leader of song, renowned of old:
His name is Indra, tell it forth.
3 Indra the Dancer be to us the giver of abundant strength:
May he, the mighty, bring it near.
4 Indra whose jaws are strong hath drunk of worshipping Sudaksa’s draught,
The Soma juice with barley mixt.
5 Call Indra loudly with your songs of praise to drink the Soma juice.
For this is what augments his stiength.
6 When he hath drqnk its gladdening drops, the God with vigour of a God
Hath far surpassed all things that are.
7 Thou speedest down to succour us this ever-conquering God of yours,
Him who is drawn to all our songs
8 The Warrior not to he restrained, the Soma-drinker ne’er o’erthrown,
The Chieftain of resistless might.
9 O Indra, send us riches, thou Omniscient, worthy of our praise:
Help us in the decisive fray.
10 Even thence, O Indra, come to us with food that gives a hundred powers,
With food that gives a thousand powers.
11 We sought the wisdom of the wise. Śakra, Kine-giver, Thunder-armed!
May we with steeds o’ercome in fight.
12 We make thee, Śatakratu, find enjoyment in the songs we sing.
Like cattle in the pasture lands.
13 For, Śatakratu, Thunder-armed, all that we craved, as men are wont,
All that we hoped, have we attained.
14 Those, Son of Strength, are come to thee who cherish wishes in their hearts
O Indra, none excelleth thee.
15 So, Hero, guard us with thy care, with thy most liberal providence,
Speedy, and terrible to foes.
16 O Śatakratu Indra, now rejoice with that carouse of thine
Which is most splendid of them all
17 Even, Indra, that carouse which slays the Vṛtras best, most widely famed,
Best giver of thy power and might.
18 For that which is thy gift we know, true Soma-drinker, Thunder-armed,
Mighty One, amid all the folk.
19 For Indra, Lover of Carouse, loud be our songs about the juice:
Let poets sing the song of praise.
20 We summon Indra to the draught, irl whom all glories rest, in whom
The seven communities rejoice.
21 At the Trikadrukas the Gods span sacrifice that stirs the mind:
Let our songs aid and prosper it.
22 Let the drops pass within thee as the rivers flow into the sea:
O fndra, naught excelleth thee.
23 Thou, wakeful Hero, by thy might hast taken food of Soma juice,
Which, Indra, is within thee now.
24 O Indra, Vṛtra-slayer, let Soma be ready for thy maw,
The drops be ready for thy forms.
25 Now Srutakaksa sings his song that cattle and the steed may come,
That Indra’s very self may come.
26 Here, Indra, thou art ready by our Soma juices shed for thee,
Śakra, at hand that thou mayst give.
27 Even from far away our songs reach thee, O Caster of the Stone:
May we come very close to thee.
28 For so thou art the hero’s Friend, a Hero, too, art thou, and strong:
So may thine heart be won to us.
29 So hath the offering, wealthiest Lord, been paid by all the worshippers:
So dwell thou, Indra, even with me.
30 Be not thou like a slothfid priest, O Lord of spoil and wealth: rejoice
In the pressed Soma blent with milk.
31 O Indra, let not ill designs surround us in the sunbeams’ light:
This may we gain with thee for Friend.
32 With thee to help us, Indra, let us answer all our enemies:
For thou art ours and we are thine.
33 Indra, the poets and thy friends, faithful to thee, shall loudly sing
Thy praises as they follow thee.