Samaveda 31

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1 3 2 0701a śagdhyū3ṣu śacīpata indra viśvābhirūtibhiḥ .
1 3 2 0701c bhagaṃ na hi tvā yaśasaṃ vasuvidamanu śūra carāmasi .. 253
1 3 2 0702a yā indra bhuja ābharaḥ svarvāṃ asurebhyaḥ .
1 3 2 0702c stotāraminmaghavannasya vardhaya ye ca tve vṛktabarhiṣaḥ .. 254
1 3 2 0703a pra mitrāya prāryamṇe sacathyamṛtāvaso .
1 3 2 0703c varūthye3 varuṇe chandyaṃ vacaḥ stotraṃ rājasu gāyata .. 255
1 3 2 0704a abhi tvā pūrvapītaya indra stomebhirāyavaḥ .
1 3 2 0704c samīcīnāsa ṛbhavaḥ samasvaranrudrā gṛṇanta pūrvyam .. 256
1 3 2 0705a pra va indrāya bṛhate maruto brahmārcata .
1 3 2 0705c vṛtraṃ hanati vṛtrahā śatakraturvajreṇa śataparvaṇā .. 257
1 3 2 0706a bṛhadindrāya gāyata maruto vṛtrahantamam .
1 3 2 0706c yena jyotirajanayannṛtāvṛdho devaṃ devāya jāgṛvi .. 258
1 3 2 0707a indra kratuṃ na ā bhara pitā putrebhyo yathā .
1 3 2 0707c śikṣā ṇo asminpuruhūta yāmani jīvā jyotiraśīmahi .. 259
1 3 2 0708a mā na indra parā vṛṇagbhavā naḥ sadhamādye .
1 3 2 0708c tvaṃ na ūtī tvaminna āpyam mā na indra parā vṛṇak .. 260
1 3 2 0709a vayaṃ gha tvā sutāvanta āpo na vṛktabarhiṣaḥ .
1 3 2 0709c pavitrasya prasravaṇeṣu vṛtrahanpari stotāra āsate .. 261
1 3 2 0710a yadindra nāhuṣīṣvā ojo nṛmṇaṃ ca kṛṣṭiṣu .
1 3 2 0710c yadvā pañca kṣitīnāṃ dyumnamā bhara satrā viśvāni pauṃsyā .. 262

Indra, with all thy saving helps assist us, Lord of power and might!
For after thee we follow even as glorious bliss, thee, hero, finderout of wealth.

O Indra, Lord of light, what joys thou broughtest from the Asuras,
Prosper therewith, O Maghavan, him who lauds that deed, and those whose grass is trimmed for thee!

To Aryaman and Mitra sing a reverent song, O pious one,
A pleasant hymn to Varuna who shelters us: sing ye a laud unto the Kings!

Men with their lauds are urging thee, Indra, to drink the Soma first.
The Ribhus in accord have lifted up their voice, and Rudras sung thee as the first.

Sing to your lofty Indra, sing, Maruts, a holy hymn of praise
Let Satakratu, Vritra-slayer, slay the foe with hundred-knotted thunderbolt!

To Indra sing the lofty hymn, Maruts! that slays the Vritras best,
Whereby the holy ones created for the God the light divine that ever wakes.

O Indra, give us wisdom as a sire gives wisdom to his sons
Guide us, O much-invoked, in this our way: may we still live and look upon the light!

We compass these like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and Soma pressed.
Here where the filter pours its stream, thy worshippers round
thee, O Vritra-slayer, sit.

All strength and valour that is found, Indra, in tribes of Nahushas,
And all the splendid fame that the Five Tribes enjoy, bring, yea, all manly powers at once!

O Indra, turn us not away: be present with us at our feast
For thou art our protection, yea, thou art our kin: O Indra, turn us not away!