यच्छक्रा वाचमारुहन्न् अन्तरिक्षं सिषासथः । सं देवा अमदन् वृषा
When, O mighty one, you ascended speech and sought to master the midspace, the gods rejoiced together, O bull.
शक्रो वाचमधृष्टायोरुवाचो अधृष्णुहि । मंहिष्ठ आ मदर्दिवि
O mighty one, empower speech with boldness, make the voice wide and unassailable; be most exalted in your joy in heaven.
शक्रो वाचमधृष्णुहि धामधर्मन् वि राजति । विमदन् बर्हिरासरन्
O mighty one, empower speech with boldness; the abode of law shines forth; let them rejoice, having prepared the sacred grass.
तं वो दस्ममृतीषहं वसोर्मन्दानमन्धसः । अभि वत्सं न स्वसरेषु धेनव इन्द्रं गीर्भिर्नवामहे
We praise that wondrous, death-conquering, exhilarating Indra with hymns, as cows in their stalls praise a calf.
द्युक्षं सुदानुं तविषीभिरावृतं गिरिं न पुरुभोजसम् । क्षुमन्तं वाजं शतिनं सहस्रिणं मक्षू गोमन्तमीमहे
We seek the shining, generous, powerful one, surrounded by strength—like a mountain rich in treasures—abundant in food, wealth, thousands, and quickly full of cattle.
तत्त्वा यामि सुवीर्यं तद्ब्रह्म पूर्वचित्तये । येना यतिभ्यो भृगवे धने हिते येन प्रस्कण्वमाविथ
I approach your heroic power, that sacred knowledge of old, by which you aided the striving Bhrigus in their quest for wealth, and by which you protected Praskanva.
येना समुद्रमसृजो महीरपस्तदिन्द्र वृष्णि ते शवः । सद्यः सो अस्य महिमा न संनशे यं क्षोणीरनुचक्रदे
By which, O mighty Indra, you set the great rivers in motion and made the ocean flow—by your strength; immediately his greatness does not diminish, whom the earth has not subdued.
कन् नव्यो अतसीनां तुरो गृणीत मर्त्यः । नही न्वस्य महिमानमिन्द्रियं स्वर्गृणन्त आनशुः
Who among mortals is worthy to praise the swift Atasīna horses? None have fully praised his greatness and power, though they have sung of him.
कदु स्तुवन्त ऋतयन्त देवत ऋषिः को विप्र ओहते । कदा हवं मघवन्न् इन्द्र सुन्वतः कदु स्तुवत आ गमः
When do the singers, the righteous, the inspired ones, call upon the god? Which sage, which wise man, invokes him? When, O generous Indra, will you come to the pressed Soma, to the song of praise?
अभि प्र वः सुराधसमिन्द्रमर्च यथा विदे । यो जरितृभ्यो मघवा पुरूवसुः सहस्रेणेव शिक्षति
Now praise Indra, the bestower of riches, as is fitting, who is known to you—he, the generous one, who grants to the singers abundant wealth, as if by the thousands.
शतानीकेव प्र जिगाति धृष्णुया हन्ति वृत्राणि दाशुषे । गिरेरिव प्र रसा अस्य पिन्विरे दत्राणि पुरुभोजसः
Like one with a hundred armies, he advances with might, he strikes down the foes for the worshipper; like rivers from a mountain, his gifts, rich in enjoyment, flow forth.
प्र सु श्रुतं सुराधसमर्चा शक्रमभिष्टये । यः सुन्वते स्तुवते काम्यं वसु सहस्रेणेव मंहते
Now sing praise to the famed, wealth-giving Indra, for your desire; he who grants the desirable treasure to the one who presses Soma and sings, as if by the thousands, is magnified.
शतानीका हेतयो अस्य दुष्टरा इन्द्रस्य समिषो महीः । गिरिर्न भुज्मा मघवत्सु पिन्वते यदीं सुता अमन्दिषुः
His countless weapons, hard to overcome, are with Indra, vast and full; like a mountain, the abundance flows among the generous when the pressed Somas are not lacking.
वयं घ त्वा सुतावन्त आपो न वृक्तबर्हिषः । पवित्रस्य प्रस्रवणेषु वृत्रहन् परि स्तोतार आसते
We, having pressed Soma, sit around you, O slayer of Vṛtra, like waters around the sacrificial grass; at the outpourings of the purifier, the singers are gathered.
स्वरन्ति त्वा सुते नरो वसो निरेक उक्थिनः । कदा सुतं तृषाण ओक आ गम इन्द्र स्वब्दीव वंसगः
Men call to you at the pressing, O giver of wealth, with hymns; when will you come home, O Indra, longing for the pressed Soma, like a bull roaring to its herd?
कण्वेभिर्धृष्णवा धृसद्वाजं दर्षि सहस्रिणम् । पिशङ्गरूपं मघवन् विचर्षणे मक्षू गोमन्तमीमहे
With the Kanvas, we seek you, O mighty one, of firm banner, of a thousand gifts, O generous one, of variegated form, among men; swiftly may we obtain the cattle.
क ईं वेद सुते सचा पिबन्तं कद्वयो दधे । अयं यः पुरो विभिनत्त्योजसा मन्दानः शिप्र्यन्धसः
Who knows him, who, at the pressing, is accompanied, who has set his mind? This one, who shatters the forts with his power, delighting in the strong Soma.
दाना मृगो न वारणः पुरुत्रा चरथं दधे । नकिष्ट्वा नि यमदा सुते गमो महाश्चरस्योजसा
Like a wild beast, an elephant, he has set his course in many places; no one restrains you at the pressing, nor can your coming be checked, O mighty one.
य उग्रः सन्न् अनिष्टृत स्थिरो रणाय संस्कृतः । यदि स्तोतुर्मघवा शृणवद्धवं नेन्द्रो योषत्या गमत्
He who is fierce, unopposed, steadfast, prepared for battle—if, O generous one, you hear the call of the singer, let not Indra go to the woman.
विश्वाः पृतना अभिभूतरं नरं सजूस्ततक्षुरिन्द्रं जजनुश्च राजसे । क्रत्वा वरिष्ठं वर आमुरिमुतोग्रमोजिष्ठं तवसं तरस्विनम्
All the hosts, together with their allies, have fashioned Indra for kingship; by wisdom, most excellent, best of gifts, mighty, most powerful, strong and energetic.
समीं रेभासो अस्वरन्न् इन्द्रं सोमस्य पीतये । स्वर्पतिं यदीं वृधे धृतव्रतो ह्योजसा समूतिभिः
The shouts have resounded together for Indra to drink Soma; when he, the lord of light, grows strong, steadfast in resolve, he advances with might and with his bands.
नेमिं नमन्ति चक्षसा मेषं विप्रा अभिस्वरा । सुदीतयो वो अद्रुहोऽपि कर्णे तरस्विनः समृक्वभिः
The spokes bow down to the rim, the singers with their voices to the ram; may your well-disposed, uninjuring, swift ones, O powerful one, come to your ears with their songs.
तमिन्द्रं जोहवीमि मघवानमुग्रं सत्रा दधानमप्रतिष्कुतं शवांसि । मंहिष्ठो गीर्भिरा च यज्ञियो ववर्तद्राये नो विश्वा सुपथा कृणोतु वज्री
I call upon that Indra, the generous, the mighty, who upholds the sacrifice, whose powers are unconquered; most great in songs, worthy of worship, may the wielder of the bolt make all our paths auspicious for our wealth.
या इन्द्र भुज आभरः स्वर्वामसुरेभ्यः । स्तोतारमिन् मघवन्न् अस्य वर्धय ये च त्वे वृक्तबर्हिषः
Whatever strength you, Indra, have brought from the lords of light among the gods, increase for this singer, O generous one, and for those who, like you, are seated on the sacrificial grass.
यमिन्द्र दधिषे त्वमश्वं गां भागमव्ययम् । यजमाने सुन्वति दक्षिणावति तस्मिन् तं धेहि मा पणौ
To whom, O Indra, you have given the horse, the cow, the unfailing share—place that with the sacrificer, the Soma-presser, the giver of gifts; do not give it to the niggard.
इन्द्रो मदाय वावृधे शवसे वृत्रहा नृभिः । तमिन् महत्स्वाजिषूतेमर्भे हवामहे स वाजेषु प्र नोऽविषत्
Indra has grown strong with the exhilaration, with men, as the slayer of Vṛtra, for might; we call upon him in this great battle, in this contest, may he enter us for victory.
असि हि वीर सेन्योऽसि भूरि पराददिः । असि दभ्रस्य चिद्वृधो यजमानाय शिक्षसि सुन्वते भूरि ते वसु
For you are indeed a heroic warrior, you grant abundant spoils; you are the strength even of the weak, you provide for the worshipper; much wealth is yours for the one who presses Soma.
यदुदीरत आजयो धृष्णवे धीयते धना । युक्ष्वा मदच्युता हरी कं हनः कं वसौ दधोऽस्मामिन्द्र वसौ दधः
When the prizes are called forth for the bold, when wealth is set for the contest, harness your exhilarated steeds; whom will you strike, whom will you grant riches? Indra, may you grant us those riches.
मदेमदे हि नो ददिर्यूथा गवामृजुक्रतुः । सं गृभाय पुरु शतोभयाहस्त्या वसु शिशीहि राय आ भर
May you, with joy, grant us herds of cattle, you of straight intent; gather together for us many hundreds, both on the right and left, seize the wealth, shower us with treasure, bring it here.
मादयस्व सुते सचा शवसे शूर राधसे । विद्मा हि त्वा पुरूवसुमुप कामान्त्ससृज्महेऽथा नोऽविता भव
Rejoice in the pressed Soma, be present for strength, O mighty one, for bounty; for we know you as the giver of many gifts, we send forth our desires to you—so then, be our protector.