Ṛgveda · Sūkta 8.65

8.65.1

यदि॑न्द्र॒ प्रागपा॒गुद॒क्न्य॑ग्वा हू॒यसे॒ नृभिः॑ ।
आ या॑हि॒ तूय॑मा॒शुभिः॑ ॥

O Indra, when you are called by men from east, west, north, or south, come here swiftly with your swift steeds.

यद्वा॑ प्र॒स्रव॑णे दि॒वो मा॒दया॑से॒ स्व॑र्णरे ।
यद्वा॑ समु॒द्रे अन्ध॑सः ॥

When you rejoice at the flowing stream of heaven, in the place of light, or when you rejoice in the ocean of soma juice.

आ त्वा॑ गी॒र्भिर्म॒हामु॒रुं हु॒वे गामि॑व॒ भोज॑से ।
इन्द्र॒ सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ॥

O Indra, I call you, great and wide, with songs, as one calls a cow for nourishment, to drink the soma juice.

आ त॑ इन्द्र महि॒मानं॒ हर॑यो देव ते॒ महः॑ ।
रथे॑ वहन्तु॒ बिभ्र॑तः ॥

O Indra, let your tawny steeds bring your majesty hither; O god, let them carry your great majesty on the chariot.

इन्द्र॑ गृणी॒ष उ॑ स्तु॒षे म॒हाँ उ॒ग्र ई॑शान॒कृत् ।
एहि॑ नः सु॒तं पिब॑ ॥

O Indra, I praise and extol you; you are great, fierce, and make rule; come hither to us and drink the pressed soma.

सु॒ताव॑न्तस्त्वा व॒यं प्रय॑स्वन्तो हवामहे ।
इ॒दं नो॑ ब॒र्हिरा॒सदे॑ ॥

We who press soma, with offerings, call you; this sacred grass seat is for us to sit on.

यच्चि॒द्धि शश्व॑ता॒मसीन्द्र॒ साधा॑रण॒स्त्वम् ।
तं त्वा॑ व॒यं ह॑वामहे ॥

For you indeed are common to the everlasting peoples, O Indra; it is you we call upon.

इ॒दं ते॑ सो॒म्यं मधु॒ अधु॑क्ष॒न्नद्रि॑भि॒र्नरः॑ ।
जु॒षा॒ण इ॑न्द्र॒ तत्पि॑ब ॥

This sweet, soma-born juice for you the men have pressed out with stones; drink it, O Indra, in your delight.

विश्वाँ॑ अ॒र्यो वि॑प॒श्चितोऽति॑ ख्य॒स्तूय॒मा ग॑हि ।
अ॒स्मे धे॑हि॒ श्रवो॑ बृ॒हद् ॥

Look beyond all the foes and the wise ones; come hither swiftly, and place great renown in us.

दा॒ता मे॒ पृष॑तीनां॒ राजा॑ हिरण्य॒वीना॑म् ।
मा दे॑वा म॒घवा॑ रिषत् ॥

I am the giver of the spotted cows and the king of those adorned with gold; O gods, may the bountiful Indra not let me perish.

स॒हस्रे॒ पृष॑तीना॒मधि॑ श्च॒न्द्रं बृ॒हत्पृ॒थु ।
शु॒क्रं हिर॑ण्य॒मा द॑दे ॥

Out of the thousand spotted cows I have taken the bright, vast, broad, pure gold.

नपा॑तो दु॒र्गह॑स्य मे स॒हस्रे॑ण सु॒राध॑सः ।
श्रवो॑ दे॒वेष्व॑क्रत ॥

The grandsons of my hard-to-reach abode, bountiful with the thousand, have made renown among the gods.