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.
अग्निं होतारं मन्ये दास्वन्तं वसुं सूनुं सहसो जातवेदसं विप्रं न जातवेदसम् । य ऊर्ध्वया स्वध्वरो देवो देवाच्या कृपा । घृतस्य विभ्राष्टिमनु वष्टि शोचिषाजुह्वानस्य सर्पिषः
I consider Agni the priest, the generous, the wealthy, the son of strength, the knower of all births, wise as the knower of all births. He, the god, upright in his own rites, with divine compassion, follows the spreading of clarified butter, with his flame, with the ladle of ghee.
यज्ञैः संमिश्लाः पृषतीभिर्ऋष्टिभिर्यामं छुभ्रासो अञ्जिषु प्रिया उत । आसद्या बर्हिर्भरतस्य सूनवः पोत्रादा सोमं पिबता दिवो नरः
Blended with sacrifices, adorned with speckled steeds, shining in their ornaments, beloved indeed—having approached the sacred grass, O sons of Bharata, drink the Soma from the cup, O men of heaven.
आ वक्षि देवामिह विप्र यक्षि चोशन् होतर्नि षदा योनिषु त्रिषु । प्रति वीहि प्रस्थितं सोम्यं मधु पिबाग्नीध्रात्तव भागस्य तृस्णुहि
Come here, O gods, O wise ones, worship, and O Hotar, sit in the three seats. Approach the poured-out Soma, drink the honeyed Soma from the Agnidh's share, satisfy your thirst for your portion.
एष स्य ते तन्वो नृम्णवर्धनः सह ओजः प्रदिवि बाह्वोर्हितः । तुभ्यं सुतो मघवन् तुभ्यमाभृतस्त्वमस्य ब्राह्मणादा तृपत्पिब
This, indeed, is the strength of your body, increasing manliness, power, and vigor, placed in your arms in the sky. For you, O Maghavan, the Soma is pressed, for you it is brought; you are to drink, delighting in the Brahman's gift.
यमु पूर्वमहुवे तमिदं हुवे सेदु हव्यो ददिर्यो नाम पत्यते । अध्वर्युभिः प्रस्थितं सोम्यं मधु पोत्रात्सोमं द्रविणोदः पिब ऋतुभिः
Whom I called before, him I now call; let him be invoked, the giver whose name is renowned. Drink the honeyed Soma, poured out by the priests, from the cup, O Soma-giver, with the seasons.
सुरूपकृत्नुमूतये सुदुघामिव गोदुहे । जुहूमसि द्यविद्यवि
We offer to the beautiful-formed, for favor, as one milks a cow rich in milk; we pour out offerings, day by day.
उप नः सवना गहि सोमस्य सोमपाः पिब । गोदा इद्रेवतो मदः
Come to our Soma-pressings, drink the Soma, O Soma-drinker; the delight of the cows is here, O lord of wealth.
अथा ते अन्तमानां विद्याम सुमतीनाम् । मा नो अति ख्य आ गहि
Now may we know the end of your gracious favors; do not go far from us, come near.
परेहि विग्रमस्तृतमिन्द्रं पृछा विपश्चितम् । यस्ते सखिभ्य आ वरम्
Go beyond the contest, ask the wise Indra, who grants favor to his friends.
उत ब्रुवन्तु नो निदो निरन्यतश्चिदारत । दधाना इन्द्र इद्दुवः
Let our praises be spoken, let them spread from every side; Indra, grant us your gifts.
उत नः सुभगामरिर्वोचेयुर्दस्म कृष्टयः । स्यामेदिन्द्रस्य शर्मणि
Let the blessed ones speak well of us, let the wondrous peoples praise us; may we be in Indra's protection.
एमाशुमाशवे भर यज्ञश्रियं नृमादनम् । पतयन् मन्दयत्सखम्
Bring to the swift, to the mighty, the glory of sacrifice, delight for men, as a friend who brings joy.
अस्य पीत्वा शतक्रतो घनो वृत्राणामभवः । प्रावो वाजेषु वाजिनम्
Having drunk this, O hundred-powered, you became the slayer of foes; you led the strong in contests.
तं त्वा वाजेषु वाजिनं वाजयामः शतक्रतो । धनानामिन्द्र सातये
You, the strong in contests, we urge in contests, O hundred-powered; for the gaining of wealth, O Indra.
यो रायोऽवनिर्महान्त्सुपारः सुन्वतः सखा । तस्मा इन्द्राय गायत
He who is the protector of great riches, the mighty helper, the friend of the Soma-presser—sing to that Indra.
आ त्वेता नि षीदतेन्द्रमभि प्र गायत । सखाय स्तोमवाहसः
Come, sit here, praise Indra; friends, bring forth your hymns.
पुरूतमं पुरूणामीशानं वार्याणाम् । इन्द्रं सोमे सचा सुते
Indra, the most bountiful of the bountiful, the lord of treasures, may he be with Soma at the pressing.
स घा नो योग आ भुवत्स राये स पुरंध्याम् । गमद्वाजेभिरा स नः
May he truly come to us with aid, for wealth and for abundant gifts; may he approach us with his banners.
यस्य संस्थे न वृण्वते हरी समत्सु शत्रवः । तस्मा इन्द्राय गायत
At whose establishment, the two bays are not withheld, and in battles, enemies do not prevail—sing to that Indra.
सुतपाव्ने सुता इमे शुचयो यन्ति वीतये । सोमासो दध्याशिरः
For the drinker of the pressed, these pure Somas go for delight, with curd on their heads.