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Rig Veda Book 7 Hymn 23 उदु बरह्माण्यैरत शरवस्येन्द्रं समर्ये महया वसिष्ठ | आ यो विश्वानि शवसा ततानोपश्रोता म ईवतो वचांसि || अयामि घोष इन्द्र देवजामिरिरज्यन्त यच्छुरुधो विवाचि | नहि सवमायुश्चिकिते जनेषु तानीदंहांस्यति पर्ष्यस्मान || युजे रथं गवेषणं हरिभ्यामुप बरह्माणि जुजुषाणमस्थुः | वि बाधिष्ट सय रोदसी महित्वेन्द्रो वर्त्राण्यप्रती जघन्वान || आपश्चित पिप्यु सतर्यो न गावो नक्षन्न्र्तं जरितारस्त इन्द्र | याहि वायुर्न नियुतो न अछा तवं हि धीभिर्दयसे वि वाजान || ते तवा मदा इन्द्र मादयन्तु शुष्मिणं तुविराधसं जरित्रे | एको देवत्रा दयसे हि मर्तानस्मिञ्छूर सवने मादयस्व || एवेदिन्द्रं वर्षणं वज्रबाहुं वसिष्ठासो अभ्यर्चन्त्यर्कैः | स न सतुतो वीरवत पातु गोमद यूयं पात … ||

udu brahmāṇyairata śravasyendraṃ samarye mahayā vasiṣṭha | ā yo viśvāni śavasā tatānopaśrotā ma īvato vacāṃsi || ayāmi ghoṣa indra devajāmirirajyanta yacchurudho vivāci | nahi svamāyuścikite janeṣu tānīdaṃhāṃsyati parṣyasmān || yuje rathaṃ ghaveṣaṇaṃ haribhyāmupa brahmāṇi jujuṣāṇamasthuḥ | vi bādhiṣṭa sya rodasī mahitvendro vṛtrāṇyapratī jaghanvān || āpaścit pipyu staryo na ghāvo nakṣannṛtaṃ jaritārasta indra | yāhi vāyurna niyuto na achā tvaṃ hi dhībhirdayase vi vājān || te tvā madā indra mādayantu śuṣmiṇaṃ tuvirādhasaṃ jaritre | eko devatrā dayase hi martānasmiñchūra savane mādayasva || evedindraṃ vṛṣaṇaṃ vajrabāhuṃ vasiṣṭhāso abhyarcantyarkaiḥ | sa na stuto vīravat pātu ghomad yūyaṃ pāta … ||

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Rig Veda

  1. PRAYERS have been offered up through love of glory: Vasiṣṭha, honour Indra in the battle. He who with might extends through all existence hears words which I, his faithful servant, utter. 2 A cry was raised which reached the Gods, O Indra, a cry to them to send us strength in combat. None among men knows his own life’s duration: bear us in safety over these our troubles. 3 The Bays, the booty-seeking car I harness: my prayers have reached him who accepts them gladly. Indra, when he had slain resistless foemen, forced with his might the two world-halves asunder. 4 Like barren cows, moreover, swelled the waters: the singen sought thy holy rite, O Indra. Come unto us as with his team comes Vāyu: thou, through our solemn hymns bestowest booty. 5 So may these gladdening draughts rejoice thee, Indra, the Mighty, very bounteous to the singer. Alone among the Gods thou pitiest mortals: O Hero, make thee glad at this libation. 6 Thus the Vasisthas glorify with praises Indra, the Powerful whose arm wields thunder. Praised, may he guard our wealth in kine and heroes. Ye Gods, preserve us evermore with blessings.