हर्यश्वं सत्पतिं चर्षणीसहं स हि ष्मा यो अमन्दत । आ तु नः स वयति गव्यमश्व्यं स्तोतृभ्यो मघवा शतम्
The one with tawny horses, the true lord, who delights in the people; he brings us cattle and horses, Maghavan, a hundred for the singers.
इन्द्राय साम गायत विप्राय बृहते बृहत्। धर्मकृते विपश्चिते पनस्यवे
Sing a chant for Indra, the wise, the great, the mighty; for the doer of righteousness, the discerning, the prosperous.
त्वमिन्द्राभिभूरसि त्वं सूर्यमरोचयः । विश्वकर्मा विश्वदेवो महामसि
You, Indra, are all-powerful; you have made the sun shine; you are the maker of all, the god of all, the great one.
विभ्राजं ज्योतिषा स्वरगछो रोचनं दिवः । देवास्त इन्द्र सख्याय येमिरे
Radiant with light, you ascend to the luminous region of heaven; O Indra, the gods have chosen you for friendship.
तं वभि प्र गायत पुरुहूतं पुरुष्टुतम् । इन्द्रं गीर्भिस्तविषमा विवासत
Sing forth to him, the much-invoked, the much-praised; summon Indra with strong words.
यस्य द्विबर्हसो बृहत्सहो दाधार रोदसी । गिरींरज्रामपः स्वर्वृषत्वना
He whose double shelter, vast strength, upholds the heavens and earth; the mountains, the rivers, and the shining waters by his bull-like power.
स राजसि पुरुष्टुतमेको वृत्राणि जिघ्नसे । इन्द्र जैत्र श्रवस्य च यन्तवे
You alone reign, much-praised, you slay the foes; Indra, for victory and for the attainment of fame.
इमा नु कं भुवना सीषधामेन्द्रश्च विश्वे च देवाः । यज्ञं च नस्तन्वं च प्रजां चादित्यैरिन्द्रः सह चीकॢपाति
Now, let us fulfill these worlds—Indra and all the gods; Indra, together with the Adityas, shapes our sacrifice, our bodies, and our offspring.
आदित्यैरिन्द्रः सगणो मरुद्भिरस्माकं भूत्वविता तनूनाम् । हत्वाय देवा असुरान् यदायन् देवा देवत्वमभिरक्षमाणाः
Indra, with the Adityas and the Maruts, be our protector of bodies; the gods, having slain the demons, when they conquered, preserved divinity for the gods.
प्रत्यञ्चमर्कमनयं छचीभिरादित्स्वधामिषिरां पर्यपश्यन् । अया वाजं देवहितं सनेम मदेम शतहिमाः सुवीराः
With the goddesses, I have led the sun facing us; they have seen the nourishing food all around; with this god-given prize, may we win, may we rejoice, a hundred strong, with good sons.
य एक इद्विदयते वसु मर्ताय दाशुषे । ईशानो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रो अङ्ग
He who alone bestows wealth upon the mortal worshipper, Indra, the lord, unconquered—indeed, he is present.
कदा मर्तमराधसं पदा क्षुम्पमिव स्फुरत्। कदा नः शुश्रवद्गिर इन्द्रो अङ्ग
When will Indra, like a foot striking the earth, shake the wrongdoer? When will he listen to our words—indeed, he is present.
यश्चिद्धि त्वा बहुभ्य आ सुतावाँ आविवासति । उग्रं तत्पत्यते शव इन्द्रो अङ्ग
Whoever, among many, calls upon you for the pressing of Soma—upon him descends your mighty power, O Indra, indeed.
य इन्द्र सोमपातमो मदः शविष्ठ चेतति । येना हंसि न्यत्त्रिणं तमीमहे
O Indra, most powerful, who delights in Soma, the exhilaration stirs you—by which you strike down the oppressor; with that we seek you.
येना दशग्वमध्रिगुं वेपयन्तं स्वर्णरम् । येना समुद्रमाविथा तमीमहे
By which you subdued the ten-armed, the Adhrigu, the trembling singer of the sun; by which you encompassed the ocean—with that we seek you.
येन सिन्धुं महीरपो रथामिव प्रचोदयः । पन्थामृतस्य यातवे तमीमहे
By which you urge the great rivers, like chariots, O Indra, to flow—so that we may travel the path of immortality; with that we seek you.
एन्द्र नो गधि प्रियः सत्राजिदगोह्यः । गिरिर्न विश्वतस्पृथुः पतिर्दिवः
May Indra, dear to us, the unconcealed, the winner of the full prize, be our support—broad as a mountain on every side, lord of the sky.
अभि हि सत्य सोमपा उभे बभूथ रोदसी । इन्द्रासि सुन्वतो वृधः पतिर्दिवः
For truly, O true Soma-drinker, you have become both heaven and earth; O Indra, you are the strength of the one who presses Soma, lord of the sky.
त्वं हि शश्वतीनामिन्द्र दर्ता पुरामसि । हन्ता दस्योर्मनोर्वृधः पतिर्दिवः
You, Indra, are the destroyer of ancient forts; slayer of the Dasyu, greatly generous, lord of the sky.
एदु मध्वो मदिन्तरं सिञ्च वाध्वर्यो अन्धसः । एवा हि वीर स्तवते सदावृधः
Pour forth now, O officiant, the most exhilarating sweetness of the Soma; for thus the ever-strong hero is praised.
इन्द्र स्थातर्हरीणां नकिष्ते पूर्व्यस्तुतिम् । उदानंश शवसा न भन्दना
Indra, leader of the horses, no earlier praise is yours; with your might, raise up our song, not our defeat.
तं वो वाजानां पतिमहूमहि श्रवस्यवः । अप्रायुभिर्यज्ञेभिर्वावृधेन्यम्
We, desiring fame, call upon you, lord of strength, to be increased by sacrifices that do not fail.
एतो न्विन्द्रं स्तवाम सखाय स्तोम्यं नरम् । कुष्टीर्यो विश्वा अभ्यस्त्येक इत्
Now, O friends, let us praise Indra, the heroic man worthy of song, who alone has overcome all hosts.
अगोरुधाय गविषे द्युक्षाय दस्म्यं वचः । घृतात्स्वादीयो मधुनश्च वोचत
Let speech be given for the seeker of cows, for the strong, for the shining one; let it be sweeter than clarified butter and honey.
यस्यामितानि वीर्या न राधः पर्येतवे । ज्योतिर्न विश्वमभ्यस्ति दक्षिणा
Whose deeds are immeasurable, whose bounty none can surpass; like light, his generosity pervades all.
स्तुहीन्द्रं व्यश्ववदनूर्मिं वाजिनं यमम् । अर्यो गयं मंहमानं वि दाशुषे
Praise Indra, who has the face of a horse, the wave, the winner of prizes, the restrainer, who grants life to the Arya, exalting the worshipper.
एवा नूनमुप स्तुहि वैयश्व दशमं नवम् । सुविद्वांसं चर्कृत्यं चरणीनाम्
Thus now, praise the tenth and ninth Vaiyasva, the wise, the praiseworthy, the leader of the singers.
वेत्था हि निर्ऋतीनां वज्रहस्त परिवृजम् । अहरहः शुन्ध्युः परिपदामिव
For you know, O wielder of the thunderbolt, the ways of destruction; day by day, you cleanse the paths, as it were, of footprints.
वनोति हि सुन्वन् क्षयं परीणसः सुन्वानो हि ष्मा यजत्यव द्विषो देवानामव द्विषः । सुन्वान इत्सिषासति सहस्रा वाज्यवृतः । सुन्वानायेन्द्रो ददात्याभुवं रयिं ददात्याभुवम्
He who presses the Soma conquers the dwelling of fullness; indeed, the presser worships, removing the hatred of the gods, removing hatred. The presser desires a thousand rewards, full of strength. Indra grants to the presser abundant wealth, grants abundant wealth.
मो षु वो अस्मदभि तानि पौंस्या सना भूवन् द्युम्नानि मोत जारिषुरस्मत्पुरोत जारिषुः । यद्वश्चित्रं युगेयुगे नव्यं घोषादमर्त्यम् । अस्मासु तन् मरुतो यच्च दुष्टरं दिधृता यच्च दुष्टरम्
Let not those manly glories depart from us, nor the ancient splendors, nor the fame of our ancestors, nor the fame of our ancestors. Whatever is wondrous, new in every age, immortal in its sound—let the Maruts grant that to us, and whatever is hard to overcome, let them support, whatever is hard to overcome.