Rigveda 6.45

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य आन॑यत्परा॒वत॒: सुनी॑ती तु॒र्वशं॒ यदु॑म् | इन्द्र॒: स नो॒ युवा॒ सखा॑ ||

THAT Indra is our youthful Friend, who with his trusty guidance led Turvaśa, Yadu from afar.

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अ॒वि॒प्रे चि॒द्वयो॒ दध॑दना॒शुना॑ चि॒दर्व॑ता | इन्द्रो॒ जेता॑ हि॒तं धन॑म् ||

Even to the dull and uninspired Indra, gives vital power, and wins Even with slow steed the offered prize.

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म॒हीर॑स्य॒ प्रणी॑तयः पू॒र्वीरु॒त प्रश॑स्तयः | नास्य॑ क्षीयन्त ऊ॒तय॑: ||

Great are his ways of guiding us, andṅanilbld are Ins eulogies: His kind protections never fail.

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सखा॑यो॒ ब्रह्म॑वाह॒सेऽर्च॑त॒ प्र च॑ गायत | स हि न॒: प्रम॑तिर्म॒ही ||

Friends, sing your psalm and offer praise to him to whom the prayer is brought: For our great Providence is he.

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त्वमेक॑स्य वृत्रहन्नवि॒ता द्वयो॑रसि | उ॒तेदृशे॒ यथा॑ व॒यम् ||

Thou, Slaughterer of Vṛtra, art Guardian and Friend of one and two, Yea, of a man like one of us.

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नय॒सीद्वति॒ द्विष॑: कृ॒णोष्यु॑क्थशं॒सिन॑: | नृभि॑: सु॒वीर॑ उच्यसे ||

Beyond men's hate thou leadest us, and givest cause to sing thy praise: Good hero art thou called by men.

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ब्र॒ह्माणं॒ ब्रह्म॑वाहसं गी॒र्भिः सखा॑यमृ॒ग्मिय॑म् | गां न दो॒हसे॑ हुवे ||

I call with hymns, as ’twere a cow to milk, the Friend who merits praise, The Brahman who accepts the prayer.

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यस्य॒ विश्वा॑नि॒ हस्त॑योरू॒चुर्वसू॑नि॒ नि द्वि॒ता | वी॒रस्य॑ पृतना॒षह॑: ||

Him in whose hands they say are stored all treasures from the days of old, The Hero, conquering in the fight.

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वि दृ॒ळ्हानि॑ चिदद्रिवो॒ जना॑नां शचीपते | वृ॒ह मा॒या अ॑नानत ||

Lord of Strength, Caster of the Stone, destroy the firm forts built by men, And foil their arts, unbending God!

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तमु॑ त्वा सत्य सोमपा॒ इन्द्र॑ वाजानां पते | अहू॑महि श्रव॒स्यव॑: ||

Thee, thee as such, O Lord of Power, O Indra, Soma-drinker, true, We, fain for glory, have invoked.

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तमु॑ त्वा॒ यः पु॒रासि॑थ॒ यो वा॑ नू॒नं हि॒ते धने॑ | हव्य॒: स श्रु॑धी॒ हव॑म् ||

Such as thou wast of old, and art now to be called on when the prize lies ready, listen to our call.

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धी॒भिरर्व॑द्भि॒रर्व॑तो॒ वाजाँ॑ इन्द्र श्र॒वाय्या॑न् | त्वया॑ जेष्म हि॒तं धन॑म् ||

With hymns and coursers we will gain, Indra, through thee, both steeds and spoil Most glorious, and the proffered prize.

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अभू॑रु वीर गिर्वणो म॒हाँ इ॑न्द्र॒ धने॑ हि॒ते | भरे॑ वितन्त॒साय्य॑: ||

Thou, Indra, Lover of the Song, whom men must stir to help, hast been Great in the contest for the prize.

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या त॑ ऊ॒तिर॑मित्रहन्म॒क्षूज॑वस्त॒मास॑ति | तया॑ नो हिनुही॒ रथ॑म् ||

Slayer of foes, whatever aid of thine imparts the swiftest course, With that impel our car to speed.

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स रथे॑न र॒थीत॑मो॒ऽस्माके॑नाभि॒युग्व॑ना | जेषि॑ जिष्णो हि॒तं धन॑म् ||

As skilfullest of those who drive the chariot, with our art and aim, O Conqueror, win the proffered prize.

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य एक॒ इत्तमु॑ ष्टुहि कृष्टी॒नां विच॑र्षणिः | पति॑र्ज॒ज्ञे वृष॑क्रतुः ||

Praise him who, Matchless and Alone, was born the Lord of living men, Most active, with heroic soul.

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यो गृ॑ण॒तामिदासि॑था॒ऽऽपिरू॒ती शि॒वः सखा॑ | स त्वं न॑ इन्द्र मृळय ||

Thou who hast been the singers' Friend, a Friend auspicious with thine aid, As such, O Indra, favour us.

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धि॒ष्व वज्रं॒ गभ॑स्त्यो रक्षो॒हत्या॑य वज्रिवः | सा॒स॒ही॒ष्ठा अ॒भि स्पृध॑: ||

Grasp in thine arms the thunderbolt, O Thunder-armed, to slay the fiends: Mayst thou subdue the foemen's host.

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प्र॒त्नं र॑यी॒णां युजं॒ सखा॑यं कीरि॒चोद॑नम् | ब्रह्म॑वाहस्तमं हुवे ||

I call the ancient Friend, allied with wealth, who speeds the lowly man, Him to whom chiefly prayer is brought.

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स हि विश्वा॑नि॒ पार्थि॑वाँ॒ एको॒ वसू॑नि॒ पत्य॑ते | गिर्व॑णस्तमो॒ अध्रि॑गुः ||

For he alone is Lord of all the treasures of the earth: he speeds Hither, chief Lover of the Song.

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स नो॑ नि॒युद्भि॒रा पृ॑ण॒ कामं॒ वाजे॑भिर॒श्विभि॑: | गोम॑द्भिर्गोपते धृ॒षत् ||

So with thy yoked teams satisfy our wish with power and wealth in steeds And cattle, boldly, Lord of kine!

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तद्वो॑ गाय सु॒ते सचा॑ पुरुहू॒ताय॒ सत्व॑ने | शं यद्गवे॒ न शा॒किने॑ ||

Sing this, what time the ' juice is pressed, to him your Hero, Much-invoked, To please him as a mighty Steer.

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न घा॒ वसु॒र्नि य॑मते दा॒नं वाज॑स्य॒ गोम॑तः | यत्सी॒मुप॒ श्रव॒द्गिर॑: ||

He, Excellent, withholdeth not his gift of power and wealth in kine, When he hath listened to our songs.

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कु॒वित्स॑स्य॒ प्र हि व्र॒जं गोम॑न्तं दस्यु॒हा गम॑त् | शची॑भि॒रप॑ नो वरत् ||

May he with might unclose for us the cow's stall, whosesoe’er it be, To which the Dasyu-slayer goes.

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इ॒मा उ॑ त्वा शतक्रतो॒ऽभि प्र णो॑नुवु॒र्गिर॑: | इन्द्र॑ व॒त्सं न मा॒तर॑: ||

O Indra Śatakratu, these our songs have called aloud to thee, Like mother cows to meet their calves.

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दू॒णाशं॑ स॒ख्यं तव॒ गौर॑सि वीर गव्य॒ते | अश्वो॑ अश्वाय॒ते भ॑व ||

Hard is thy love to win: thou art a Steer to him who longs for steers: Be to one craving steeds a Steed.

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स म॑न्दस्वा॒ ह्यन्ध॑सो॒ राध॑से त॒न्वा॑ म॒हे | न स्तो॒तारं॑ नि॒दे क॑रः ||

Delight thee with the juice we pour for thine own great munificence: Yield not thy singer to reproach.

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इ॒मा उ॑ त्वा सु॒तेसु॑ते॒ नक्ष॑न्ते गिर्वणो॒ गिर॑: | व॒त्सं गावो॒ न धे॒नव॑: ||

These songs with every draught we pour come, Lover of the Song, to thee, As milch-kine hasten to their young

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पु॒रू॒तमं॑ पुरू॒णां स्तो॑तॄ॒णां विवा॑चि | वाजे॑भिर्वाजय॒ताम् ||

To thee most oft invoked, amid the many singers' rivalry Who beg with all their might for wealth.

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अ॒स्माक॑मिन्द्र भूतु ते॒ स्तोमो॒ वाहि॑ष्ठो॒ अन्त॑मः | अ॒स्मान्रा॒ये म॒हे हि॑नु ||

Nearest and most attractive may our laud, O Indra come to thee. Urge thou us on to ample wealth.

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अधि॑ बृ॒बुः प॑णी॒नां वर्षि॑ष्ठे मू॒र्धन्न॑स्थात् | उ॒रुः कक्षो॒ न गा॒ङ्ग्यः ||

Brbu hath set himself above the Paṇis, o’er their highest head, Like the wide bush on Gan!gā's bank.

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यस्य॑ वा॒योरि॑व द्र॒वद्भ॒द्रा रा॒तिः स॑ह॒स्रिणी॑ | स॒द्यो दा॒नाय॒ मंह॑ते ||

He whose good bounty, thousandfold, swift as the rushing of the wind, Suddenly offers as a gift.

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तत्सु नो॒ विश्वे॑ अ॒र्य आ सदा॑ गृणन्ति का॒रव॑: | बृ॒बुं स॑हस्र॒दात॑मं सू॒रिं स॑हस्र॒सात॑मम् ||

So all our singers ever praise the pious Brbu's noble deed, Chief, best to give his thousands, best to give a thousand liberal gifts.