Rig Veda, tr. by Ralph T.H. Griffith, [1896], at sacred-texts.com
1 URGE us not, Maghavan, to this distressful fight, for none may comprehend the limit of thy strength.
 Thou with fierce shout hast made the woods and rivers roar: did not men run in crowds together in their fear?
 2 Sing hymns of praise to Śakra, Lord of power and might; laud thou and magnify Indra who heareth thee,
 Who with his daring might, a Bull exceeding strong in strength, maketh him master of the heaven and earth.
 3 Sing forth to lofty Dyaus a strength-bestowing song, the Bold, whose resolute mind hath independent sway.
 High glory hath the Asura, compact of strength, drawn on by two Bay Steeds: a Bull, a Car is he.
 4 The ridges of the lofty heaven thou madest shake; thou, daring, of thyself smotest through Śambara,
 When bold with gladdening juice, thou warredst with thy bolt, sharp and two-edged, against the banded sorcerers.
 5 When with a roar that fills the woods, thou forcest down on wind's head the stores which Śuṣṇa kept confined,
 Who shall have power to stay thee firm and eager-souled from doing still this day what thou of old hast done?
 6 Thou helpest Narya, Turvaśa, and Yadu, and Vayya's son Turvīti, Śatakratu!
 Thou helpest horse and car in final battle thou breakest down the nine-and-ninety castles.
 7 A hero-lord is he, King of a mighty folk, who offers free oblations and promotes the Law,
 Who with a bounteous guerdon welcomes hymns of praise: for him flows down the abundant stream below the sky.
 8 His power is matchless, matchless is his wisdom; chief, through their work, be some who drink the Soma,
 Those, Indra, who increase the lordly power, the firm heroic strength of thee the Giver.
 9 Therefore for thee are these abundant beakers Indra's drink, stone-pressed juices held in ladles.
 Quaff them and satisfy therewith thy longing; then fix thy mind upon bestowing treasure.
 10 There darkness stood, the vault that stayed the waters flow: in Vṛtra's hollow side the rain-cloud lay concealed.
 But Indra smote the rivers which the obstructer stayed, flood following after flood, down steep declivities.
 11 So give us, Indra, bliss-increasing glory give us great sway and strength that conquers people.
 Preserve our wealthy patrons, save our princes; vouchsafe us wealth and food with noble offspring.