Ṛgveda · Sūkta 8.76

8.76.1

इ॒मं नु मा॒यिनं॑ हुव॒ इन्द्र॒मीशा॑न॒मोज॑सा ।
म॒रुत्व॑न्तं॒ न वृ॒ञ्जसे॑ ॥

Now I call upon this wondrous Indra, the mighty lord by his strength, accompanied by the Maruts; do not hold him back from us.

अ॒यमिन्द्रो॑ म॒रुत्स॑खा॒ वि वृ॒त्रस्या॑भिन॒च्छिरः॑ ।
वज्रे॑ण श॒तप॑र्वणा ॥

This Indra, friend of the Maruts, split apart the head of Vritra with the hundred-jointed thunderbolt.

वा॒वृ॒धा॒नो म॒रुत्स॒खेन्द्रो॒ वि वृ॒त्रमै॑रयत् ।
सृ॒जन्त्स॑मु॒द्रिया॑ अ॒पः ॥

Indra, friend of the Maruts, growing strong, drove Vritra away, and set free the waters born of the ocean.

अ॒यं ह॒ येन॒ वा इ॒दं स्व॑र्म॒रुत्व॑ता जि॒तम् ।
इन्द्रे॑ण॒ सोम॑पीतये ॥

He by whom this light was truly won together with the Maruts, that is Indra, won for the drinking of soma.

म॒रुत्व॑न्तमृजी॒षिण॒मोज॑स्वन्तं विर॒प्शिन॑म् ।
इन्द्रं॑ गी॒र्भिर्ह॑वामहे ॥

We call upon Indra, accompanied by the Maruts, eager, mighty, vigorous and valiant, with our songs.

इन्द्रं॑ प्र॒त्नेन॒ मन्म॑ना म॒रुत्व॑न्तं हवामहे ।
अ॒स्य सोम॑स्य पी॒तये॑ ॥

With an ancient prayer we call upon Indra, accompanied by the Maruts, for the drinking of this soma.

म॒रुत्वाँ॑ इन्द्र मीढ्वः॒ पिबा॒ सोमं॑ शतक्रतो ।
अ॒स्मिन्य॒ज्ञे पु॑रुष्टुत ॥

With the Maruts, O Indra, bountiful one, O you of a hundred deeds, drink the soma. O much-praised one, at this sacrifice drink it.

तुभ्येदि॑न्द्र म॒रुत्व॑ते सु॒ताः सोमा॑सो अद्रिवः ।
हृ॒दा हू॑यन्त उ॒क्थिनः॑ ॥

For you indeed, O Indra, O wielder of the stone, are the pressed somas with the Maruts; with the heart the hymn-singers call upon you.

पिबेदि॑न्द्र म॒रुत्स॑खा सु॒तं सोमं॒ दिवि॑ष्टिषु ।
वज्रं॒ शिशा॑न॒ ओज॑सा ॥

Drink, indeed, O Indra, friend of the Maruts, the pressed soma at the daylight rites, sharpening the thunderbolt with strength.

उ॒त्तिष्ठ॒न्नोज॑सा स॒ह पी॒त्वी शिप्रे॑ अवेपयः ।
सोम॑मिन्द्र च॒मू सु॒तम् ॥

Rising up with strength, having drunk, you shook the two jaws. O Indra, the soma pressed in the cup.

अनु॑ त्वा॒ रोद॑सी उ॒भे क्रक्ष॑माणमकृपेताम् ।
इन्द्र॒ यद्द॑स्यु॒हाभ॑वः ॥

When you became the slayer of the dasyu, O Indra, both worlds, heaven and earth, trembled for you.

वाच॑म॒ष्टाप॑दीम॒हं नव॑स्रक्तिमृत॒स्पृश॑म् ।
इन्द्रा॒त्परि॑ त॒न्वं॑ ममे ॥

I have fashioned, from Indra alone, my own body, the eight-footed speech, freshly woven, touching the cosmic order.