Samaveda 46

46

1 5 1 0201a abhrātṛvyo anā tvamanāpirindra januṣā sanādasi .
1 5 1 0201c yudhedāpitvamicchase .. 399
1 5 1 0202a yo na idamidaṃ purā pra vasya ānināya tamu va stuṣe .
1 5 1 0202c sakhāya indramūtaye .. 400
1 5 1 0203a ā gantā mā riṣaṇyata prasthāvāno māpa sthāta samanyavaḥ .
1 5 1 0203c dṛḍhā cidyamayiṣṇavaḥ .. 401
1 5 1 0204a ā yāhyayamindave 'śvapate gopata urvarāpate .
1 5 1 0204c somaṃ somapate piba .. 402
1 5 1 0205a tvayā ha svidyujā vayaṃ prati śvasantaṃ vṛṣabha bruvīmahi .
1 5 1 0205c saṃsthe janasya gomataḥ .. 403
1 5 1 0206a gāvaściddhā samanyavaḥ sajātyena marutaḥ sabandhavaḥ .
1 5 1 0206c rihate kakubho mithaḥ .. 404
1 5 1 0207a tvaṃ na indrā bhara ojo nṛmṇaṃ śatakrato vicarṣaṇe .
1 5 1 0207c ā vīraṃ pṛtanāsaham .. 405
1 5 1 0208a adhā hīndra girvaṇa upa tvā kāma īmahe sasṛgmahe .
1 5 1 0208c udeva gmanta udabhiḥ .. 406
1 5 1 0209a sīdantaste vayo yathā gośrīte madhau madire vivakṣaṇe .
1 5 1 0209c abhi tvāmindra nonumaḥ .. 407
1 5 1 0210a vayamu tvāmapūrvya sthūraṃ na kaccidbharanto 'vasyavaḥ .
1 5 1 0210c vajriñcitraṃ havāmahe .. 408

Still, Indra, from all ancient time rivalless ever and companionless art thou:
Thou seekest friendship but in war.

Him who of old hath broucht to us this and that blessing, him I magnify for you,
Even Indra, O my friends, for help.

Fail not when marching onward: come hither, like-spirited, stay not far away
Ye who can tame even what is firm!

Come hither to the dropping juice, O Lord of cornland. Lord of horses, Lord of kine:
Drink thou the Soma, Soma's Lord!

Hero, may we, with thee for friend, withstand the man who pants against us in his wrath,
In fight with people rich in kine!

Yea, kin by common ancestry, the Maruts, even the oxen, close united friends!
Are licking one another's back.

O Indra, bring great strength to us, bring valour, Satakratu, thou most active, bring
A hero conquering in war!

So, Indra, friend of song, do we draw nigh to thee with longing; we have streamed to thee
Coming like floods that follow floods

Sitting like birds beside thy meath, mingled with milk, which gladdeneth and exalteth thee,
Indra, to thee we sing aloud.

We call on thee, O matchless one! We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves,
Call on thee, wondrous, Thunder-armed.