सत्तो होता न ऋत्वियस्तिस्तिरे बर्हिरानुषक् । अयुज्रन्प्रातरद्रयः
The priest, seated as the officiant, has spread the sacred grass in due order; in the morning, they have yoked the chariots.
इमा ब्रह्म ब्रह्मवाहः क्रियन्त आ बर्हिः सीद । वीहि शूर पुरोळाशम्
These prayers, bearers of praise, are being performed; sit upon the sacred grass, O hero, and accept the sacrificial cake.
रारन्धि सवनेषु ण एषु स्तोमेषु वृत्रहन् । उक्थेष्विन्द्र गिर्वणः
Rejoice with us in these libations, in these hymns, O slayer of Vṛtra, O Indra, lover of song, in these chants.
मतयः सोमपामुरुं रिहन्ति शवसस्पतिम् । इन्द्रं वत्सं न मातरः
The thoughts of the Soma-drinker eagerly approach the lord of might, Indra, as mothers their calf.
स मन्दस्वा ह्यन्धसो राधसे तन्वा महे । न स्तोतारं निदे करः
So delight yourself with this Soma for great wealth and strength of body; do not abandon your praiser to want.
वयमिन्द्र त्वायवो हविष्मन्तो जरामहे । उत त्वमस्मयुर्वसो
We, O Indra, devoted to you, offer with oblations; and you, O generous one, be gracious to us.
मारे अस्मद्वि मुमुचो हरिप्रियार्वाङ्याहि । इन्द्र स्वधावो मत्स्वेह
Let not your beloved bays carry you away from us; come near, Indra, self-sustaining, delight here with us.
अर्वाञ्चं त्वा सुखे रथे वहतामिन्द्र केशिना । घृतस्नू बर्हिरासदे
Let the two long-haired ones bring you, Indra, on the pleasant chariot; sit upon the sacred grass anointed with ghee.
उप नः सुतमा गहि सोममिन्द्र गवाशिरम् । हरिभ्यां यस्ते अस्मयुः
Come to our pressed Soma, Indra, rich in cows, with your two bays who are dear to you.
तमिन्द्र मदमा गहि बर्हिष्ठां ग्रावभिः सुतम् । कुविन्न्वस्य तृप्णवः
Come, Indra, to this exhilarating Soma, pressed and placed on the sacred grass with stones; may you perhaps be satisfied by it.
इन्द्रमित्था गिरो ममाच्छागुरिषिता इतः । आवृते सोमपीतये
Thus, my songs, inspired by the Soma, call Indra here for the drinking.
इन्द्रं सोमस्य पीतये स्तोमैरिह हवामहे । उक्थेभिः कुविदागमत्
We invoke Indra here with hymns for the drinking of Soma; may he come with praises.
इन्द्र सोमाः सुता इमे तान्दधिष्व शतक्रतो । जठरे वाजिनीवसो
Indra, these Somas have been pressed; receive them, O hundred-powered, into your belly, O possessor of horses.
विद्मा हि त्वा धनंजयं वाजेषु दधृषं कवे । अधा ते सुम्नमीमहे
For we know you as the winner of wealth, bold in contests, O wise one; therefore we seek your favor.
इममिन्द्र गवाशिरं यवाशिरं च नः पिब । आगत्या वृषभिः सुतम्
Drink this Soma of ours, Indra, rich in cows and barley; come with the bulls to the pressed juice.
तुभ्येदिन्द्र स्व ओक्ये सोमं चोदामि पीतये । एष रारन्तु ते हृदि
For you, Indra, in your own dwelling, I urge Soma for drinking; may this gladden your heart.
त्वां सुतस्य पीतये प्रत्नमिन्द्र हवामहे । कुशिकासो अवस्यवः
For the drinking of the pressed Soma, we, the Kuśikas, invoke you, Indra, as of old, for help.
आ याह्यर्वाङुप वन्धुरेष्ठास्तवेदनु प्रदिवः सोमपेयम् । प्रिया सखाया वि मुचोप बर्हिस्त्वामिमे हव्यवाहो हवन्ते
Come hither, turning toward us, O you who are yoked to the chariot, to the seat prepared for you; after you, the drink of Soma is ready in the highest heaven. Beloved friend, release yourself and approach the sacred grass; these here, who carry the oblation, call upon you.
आ याहि पूर्वीरति चर्षणीराँ अर्य आशिष उप नो हरिभ्याम् । इमा हि त्वा मतय स्तोमतष्टा इन्द्र हवन्ते सख्यं जुषाणाः
Come, traversing many peoples, O noble one, with blessings, approach us with your two bays. For these thoughts of ours, shaped by praise, call upon you, Indra, seeking your friendship.
आ नो यज्ञं नमोवृधं सजोषा इन्द्र देव हरिभिर्याहि तूयम् । अहं हि त्वा मतिभिर्जोहवीमि घृतप्रयाः सधमादे मधूनाम्
Come to our sacrifice, which grows through reverence, together with your bays, O god Indra, and be present. For I call upon you with my thoughts, offering clarified butter, at the shared feast of sweetness.
आ च त्वामेता वृषणा वहातो हरी सखाया सुधुरा स्वङ्गा । धानावदिन्द्रः सवनं जुषाणः सखा सख्युः शृणवद्वन्दनानि
And here your two strong, well-formed bays, O friend, will bear you; Indra, delighting in the pressing of the Soma, may the friend listen to the praises of his companion.
कुविन्मा गोपां करसे जनस्य कुविद्राजानं मघवन्नृजीषिन् । कुविन्म ऋषिं पपिवांसं सुतस्य कुविन्मे वस्वो अमृतस्य शिक्षाः
Will you make me the protector of the people, or a king, O generous one, mighty in battle? Will you make me a seer, one who has drunk the pressed Soma? Will you grant me a share of immortal wealth?
आ त्वा बृहन्तो हरयो युजाना अर्वागिन्द्र सधमादो वहन्तु । प्र ये द्विता दिव ऋञ्जन्त्याताः सुसम्मृष्टासो वृषभस्य मूराः
Let your great bays, yoked, bring you here, Indra, to the shared feast. They, coming swiftly from heaven, well-groomed, are the mighty ones of the bull.
इन्द्र पिब वृषधूतस्य वृष्ण आ यं ते श्येन उशते जभार । यस्य मदे च्यावयसि प्र कृष्टीर्यस्य मदे अप गोत्रा ववर्थ
Indra, drink of the pressed Soma, strong one, which the swift hawk has brought to you. By whose exhilaration you set the peoples in motion, by whose exhilaration you broke through the enclosures.
शुनं हुवेम मघवानमिन्द्रमस्मिन्भरे नृतमं वाजसातौ । शृण्वन्तमुग्रमूतये समत्सु घ्नन्तं वृत्राणि संजितं धनानाम्
Let us call upon Indra, the generous one, in this contest, the best among men in the pursuit of prize. Fierce, listening for help in battles, slayer of obstacles, conqueror of wealth.
अयं ते अस्तु हर्यतः सोम आ हरिभिः सुतः । जुषाण इन्द्र हरिभिर्न आ गह्या तिष्ठ हरितं रथम्
Let this Soma, pressed with the bays, be for you, O delightful one. Accept it, Indra, and come to us with your bays; mount your golden chariot.
हर्यन्नुषसमर्चयः सूर्यं हर्यन्नरोचयः । विद्वाँश्चिकित्वान्हर्यश्व वर्धस इन्द्र विश्वा अभि श्रियः
You, delighting in the bays, make the dawn shine; you, delighting in the bays, make the sun shine. Knowing and wise, O Indra of the bay steeds, you increase all glories.
द्यामिन्द्रो हरिधायसं पृथिवीं हरिवर्पसम् । अधारयद्धरितोर्भूरि भोजनं ययोरन्तर्हरिश्चरत्
Indra held up the sky, golden with the bays, and the earth, shining with the color of the bays. He supported abundant food with the bays, between which the bay one moves.
जज्ञानो हरितो वृषा विश्वमा भाति रोचनम् । हर्यश्वो हरितं धत्त आयुधमा वज्रं बाह्वोर्हरिम्
Born, the bay bull shines in all the realms. The bay-steeded one takes up the golden weapon, the thunderbolt, golden in his arms.
इन्द्रो हर्यन्तमर्जुनं वज्रं शुक्रैरभीवृतम् । अपावृणोद्धरिभिरद्रिभिः सुतमुद्गा हरिभिराजत
Indra, with the bay-colored, bright, shining thunderbolt, covered in brilliance, opened up the pressed Soma with the bays and stones, and with the bays he shone forth.