अस्मा इदु ग्नाश्चिद्देवपत्नीरिन्द्रायार्कमहिहत्य ऊवुः । परि द्यावापृथिवी जभ्र उर्वी नास्य ते महिमानं परि ष्टः
To him, indeed, even the goddesses, wives of the gods, sang the hymn to Indra for his great deed; the broad heavens and earth embraced him, wide—none has encompassed his greatness.
अस्येदेव प्र रिरिचे महित्वं दिवस्पृथिव्याः पर्यन्तरिक्षात्। स्वरालिन्द्रो दम आ विश्वगूर्तः स्वरिरमत्रो ववक्षे रणाय
Of him, indeed, the greatness has extended forth from heaven and earth and the midspace; Indra, lord of the sun, all-renowned, has taken up the radiance for battle.
अस्येदेव शवसा शुशन्तं वि वृश्चद्वज्रेण वृत्रमिन्द्रः । गा न व्राणा अवनीरमुञ्चदभि श्रवो दावने सचेताः
Of him, indeed, with his might, Indra cut apart Vritra with the thunderbolt; like cows with calves, he released the waters, eager for fame, with insight.
अस्येदु त्वेषसा रन्त सिन्धवः परि यद्वज्रेण सीमयच्छत्। ईशानकृद्दाशुषे दशस्यन् तुर्वीतये गाधं तुर्वणिः कः
Of him, indeed, with his force, the rivers rejoice, when with the thunderbolt he confines the stream; granting favor to the worshipper, the lord, the swift, grants depth to the eager Turvani.
अस्मा इदु प्र भरा तूतुजानो वृत्राय वज्रमीशानः कियेधाः । गोर्न पर्व वि रदा तिरश्चेष्यन्न् अर्णांस्यपां चरध्यै
To him, indeed, the eager one, I bring forth the thunderbolt for Vritra, the lord, the striker of hosts; he split the joints of the cow, drove them apart, moving the floods to roam the waters.
अस्येदु प्र ब्रूहि पूर्व्याणि तुरस्य कर्माणि नव्य उक्थैः । युधे यदिष्णान आयुधान्यृघायमाणो निरिणाति शत्रून्
Of him, indeed, speak forth the ancient deeds of the mighty one, the new with hymns; armed for battle, wielding weapons, he, striving, drives out the enemies.
अस्येदु भिया गिरयश्च दृल्हा द्यावा च भूमा जनुषस्तुजेते । उपो वेनस्य जोगुवान ओणिं सद्यो भुवद्वीर्याय नोधाः
Of him, indeed, through fear, the firm mountains and the broad heavens tremble at his birth; at the call of the singer, the shelter was joined, at once the inspiration became strength for heroic deeds.
अस्मा इदु त्यदनु दाय्येषामेको यद्वव्ने भूरेरीशानः । प्रैतशं सूर्ये पस्पृधानं सौवश्व्ये सुष्विमावदिन्द्रः
To him, indeed, that is the share among the givers, when, as sole lord, he rules over the many; Indra, striving for the sun, outstripped the rival, for the prize of good horses, with strength.
एवा ते हारियोजना सुवृक्तीन्द्र ब्रह्माणि गोतमासो अक्रन् । ऐषु विश्वपेशसं धियं धाः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात्
Thus, O Indra, the Gotamas have composed splendid hymns for you, the delight of chariots. In these, you have placed all-beautiful wisdom; may the generous one swiftly come to us in the morning with wisdom.
य एक इद्धव्यश्चर्षणीनामिन्द्रं तं गीर्भिरभ्यर्च आभिः । यः पत्यते वृषभो वृष्ण्यावान्त्सत्यः सत्वा पुरुमायः सहस्वान्
He alone, worthy of sacrifice among peoples, is Indra—let us honor him with these songs. He who is the bull, strong in strength, true in being, full of many powers, mighty.
तमु नः पूर्वे पितरो नवग्वाः सप्त विप्रासो अभि वाजयन्तः । नक्षद्दाभं ततुरिं पर्वतेष्ठामद्रोघवाचं मतिभिः शविष्ठम्
Him, our ancient fathers, the Navagvas, the seven sages, glorified, seeking victory; with thoughts they praised the mighty one, who stands on the mountain, whose words are without falsehood.
तमीमहे इन्द्रमस्य रायः पुरुवीरस्य नृवतः पुरुक्षोः । यो अष्कृधोयुरजरः स्वर्वान् तमा भर हरिवो मादयध्यै
We seek that Indra, lord of wealth, of many heroes, giver of much, who is ever youthful, ageless, possessor of light; bring him here, O charioteer, to gladden us.
तन् नो वि वोचो यदि ते पुरा चिज्जरितार आनशुः सुम्नमिन्द्र । कस्ते भागः किं वयो दुध्र खिदुः पुरुहूत पुरूवसोऽसुरघ्नः
Tell us, Indra, if your singers of old ever brought you favor; what is your share, what strength, what vigor, O much-invoked, rich in gifts, slayer of demons?
तं पृच्छन्ती वज्रहस्तं रथेष्ठामिन्द्रं वेपी वक्वरी यस्य नू गीः । तुविग्राभं तुविकूर्मिं रभोदां गातुमिषे नक्षते तुम्रमच्छ
She who questions Indra, the wielder of the bolt, standing on the chariot—her voice trembles and quivers; for his grasp is strong, his form is mighty, his giving generous—she seeks to approach the powerful one for gain.
अया ह त्यं मायया वावृधानं मनोजुवा स्वतवः पर्वतेन । अच्युता चिद्वीलिता स्वोजो रुजो वि दृल्हा धृषता विरप्शिन्
By this power, he who has grown through his own magic, swift-minded, self-reliant, with the mountain—he shatters even the unshaken, breaks the strong, splits the firm with his boldness, the destroyer.
तं वो धिया नव्यस्या शविष्ठं प्रत्नं प्रत्नवत्परितंसयध्यै । स नो वक्षदनिमानः सुवह्नेन्द्रो विश्वान्यति दुर्गहाणि
To him, the most powerful, ancient, ever new, let your thoughts turn for protection; may Indra, the good helper, carry us beyond all difficulties.
आ जनाय द्रुह्वणे पार्थिवानि दिव्यानि दीपयोऽन्तरिक्षा । तपा वृषन् विश्वतः शोचिषा तान् ब्रह्मद्विषे शोचय क्षामपश्च
For the people, kindle the earthly and heavenly fires, and those of the midspace; burn, O bull, with your flame on every side—burn those who hate prayer, and those who harm the earth.
भुवो जनस्य दिव्यस्य राजा पार्थिवस्य जगतस्त्वेषसंदृक्। धिष्व वज्रं दक्षिण इन्द्र हस्ते विश्वा अजुर्य दयसे वि मायाः
You are the king of the heavenly people, of the earthly world, of all that moves, with fierce vision; take the bolt in your right hand, O Indra—protect us from all harm, defeat all magic.
आ संयतमिन्द्र णः स्वस्तिं शत्रुतूर्याय बृहतीममृध्राम् । यया दासान्यार्याणि वृत्रा करो वज्रिन्त्सुतुका नाहुषाणि
Bring us, Indra, unbroken welfare for victory over foes; with which you, with the bolt, have subdued the Dasa, the Arya, the Vritra, and the Nahusha.
स नो नियुद्भिः पुरुहूत वेधो विश्ववाराभिरा गहि प्रयज्यो । न या अदेवो वरते न देव आभिर्याहि तूयमा मद्र्यद्रिक्
Come to us, O much-invoked, wise Indra, with your bands, with all gifts, O worthy of worship; with these, which neither godless nor god can withstand, come quickly, delighting in the Soma.
यस्तिग्मशृङ्गो वृषभो न भीमः एकः कृष्टीश्च्यवयति प्र विश्वाः । यः शश्वतो अदाशुषो गयस्य प्रयन्तासि सुष्वितराय वेदः
He who, like a bull with sharp horns, is fearsome, who alone stirs all peoples—he who ever leads the eager to life, the wise one, for the well-off, knows the way.
त्वं ह त्यदिन्द्र कुत्समावः शुश्रूषमाणस्तन्वा समर्ये । दासं यच्शुष्णं कुयवं न्यस्मा अरन्धय आर्जुनेयाय शिक्षन्
You, Indra, helped Kutsa in battle, listening to him with your own body; you subdued the Dasa Shushna and Kuyava, and granted victory to Arjuneya.
त्वं धृष्णो धृषता वीतहव्यं प्रावो विश्वाभिरूतिभिः सुदासम् । प्र पौरुकुत्सिं त्रसदस्युमावः क्षेत्रसाता वृत्रहत्येषु पूरुम्
You, O bold one, with your boldness, led Sudas, who called upon you, with all aids; you helped Paurukutsa and Trasadasyu, and Puru, in winning land and slaying Vritra.
त्वं नृभिर्नृमणो देववीतौ भूरीणि वृत्रा हर्यश्व हंसि । त्वं नि दस्युं चुमुरिं धुनिं चास्वापयो दभीतये सुहन्तु
You, among men, O manly one, in the worship of the gods, have slain many Vritras, O Indra of the tawny steeds; you cast down the Dasyu, Cumuri, and Dhuni, making them sleep for the sake of the friend.
तव च्यौत्नानि वज्रहस्त तानि नव यत्पुरो नवतिं च सद्यः । निवेशने शततमाविवेषीरहं च वृत्रं नमुचिमुताहन्
Your deeds, O bolt-holder, are those by which you overthrew ninety-nine cities at once; in their dwelling you entered the hundredth, and you slew Vritra, Namuci, and Ahi.
सना ता त इन्द्र भोजनानि रातहव्याय दाशुषे सुदासे । वृष्णे ते हरी वृषणा युनज्मि व्यन्तु ब्रह्माणि पुरुशाक वाजम्
These, O Indra, are your ancient gifts, for the worshipper who offers rightly, for Sudas; to the strong you yoke your strong steeds—may the hymns bring abundant prize.
मा ते अस्यां सहसावन् परिष्टावघाय भूम हरिवः परादौ । त्रायस्व नोऽवृकेभिर्वरूथैस्तव प्रियासः सूरिषु स्याम
Let not the mighty one assail you here with violence, O Harivaḥ, at the beginning of the contest. Protect us with your unbroken defenses; may we be dear to the generous among men.
प्रियास इत्ते मघवन्न् अभिष्टौ नरो मदेम शरणे सखायः । नि तुर्वशं नि याद्वं शिशीह्यतिथिग्वाय शंस्यं करिष्यन्
May we, O bountiful one, be dear to you in your favor; let us, your friends, rejoice in your shelter. Subdue Turvaśa and Yadu; grant worthy praise to Atithigva.
सद्यश्चिन् नु ते मघवन्न् अभिष्टौ नरः शंसन्त्युक्थशास उक्था । ये ते हवेभिर्वि पणींरदाशन्न् अस्मान् वृणीष्व युज्याय तस्मै
Even now, O bountiful one, in your favor, men speak forth hymns and praises. Those who, with their invocations, have driven away the miser, choose us for alliance with him.
एते स्तोमा नरां नृतम तुभ्यमस्मद्र्यञ्चो ददतो मघानि । तेषामिन्द्र वृत्रहत्ये शिवो भूः सखा च शूरोऽविता च नृणाम्
These praises of men, O best of men, are for you; they bring gifts to us, O generous one. Among them, O Indra, be gracious in the slaying of Vṛtra; be a friend, a hero, and a protector of men.