Library·Ṛgveda Saṃhitā·1·1.176
मत्सि नो वस्यैष्टय इन्द्रम् इन्दो वृषा विश । ऋघायमाण इन्वसि शत्रुम् अन्ति न विन्दसि ॥
matsi no vasyaiṣṭaya indram indo vṛṣā viśa | ṛghāyamāṇa invasi śatrum anti na vindasi ||
Cheer thee with draughts to win us bliss: Soma, pierce Indra in thy strength. Thou stormest trembling in thy rage, and findest not a foeman nigh.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
तस्मिन्न् आ वेशया गिरो य एकश् चर्षणीनाम् । अनु स्वधा यम् उप्यते यवं न चर्कृषद् वृषा ॥
tasminn ā veśayā giro ya ekaś carṣaṇīnām | anu svadhā yam upyate yavaṃ na carkṛṣad vṛṣā ||
Make our songs penetrate to him who is the Only One of men; For whom the sacred food is spread, as the steer ploughs the barley in.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
यस्य विश्वानि हस्तयोः पञ्च क्षितीनां वसु । स्पाशयस्व यो अस्मध्रुग् दिव्येवाशनिर् जहि ॥
yasya viśvāni hastayoḥ pañca kṣitīnāṃ vasu | spāśayasva yo asmadhrug divyevāśanir jahi ||
Within whose hands deposited all the Five Peoples' treasures rest. Mark thou the man who injures us and kill him like the heavenly bolt.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
असुन्वन्तं समं जहि दूणाशं यो न ते मयः । अस्मभ्यम् अस्य वेदनं दद्धि सूरिश् चिद् ओहते ॥
asunvantaṃ samaṃ jahi dūṇāśaṃ yo na te mayaḥ | asmabhyam asya vedanaṃ daddhi sūriś cid ohate ||
Slay everyone who pours no gift, who, hard to reach, delights thee not. Bestow on us what wealth he hath: this even the worshipper awaits.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
आवो यस्य द्विबर्हसो ऽर्केषु सानुषग् असत् । आजाव् इन्द्रस्येन्दो प्रावो वाजेषु वाजिनम् ॥
āvo yasya dvibarhaso 'rkeṣu sānuṣag asat | ājāv indrasyendo prāvo vājeṣu vājinam ||
Thou helpest him the doubly strong whose hymns were sung unceasingly. When Indra fought, O Soma, thou helpest the mighty in the fray.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)
यथा पूर्वेभ्यो जरितृभ्य इन्द्र मय इवापो न तृष्यते बभूथ । ताम् अनु त्वा निविदं जोहवीमि विद्यामेषं वृजनं जीरदानुम् ॥
yathā pūrvebhyo jaritṛbhya indra maya ivāpo na tṛṣyate babhūtha | tām anu tvā nividaṃ johavīmi vidyāmeṣaṃ vṛjanaṃ jīradānum ||
As thou, O Indra, to the ancient singers wast ever joy, like water to the thirsty, So unto thee I sing this invocation. May we find strengthening food in full abundance.
Translated by Ralph T. H. Griffith (1896)