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.
आ मन्द्रैरिन्द्र हरिभिर्याहि मयूररोमभिः । मा त्वा के चिन्नि यमन्विं न पाशिनोऽति धन्वेव ताँ इहि
Come, Indra, with your delightful bays, whose manes are like peacock feathers. Let no one restrain you, as a snare does not hold the swift; come as an arrow flies beyond.
वृत्रखादो वलंरुजः पुरां दर्मो अपामजः । स्थाता रथस्य हर्योरभिस्वर इन्द्रो दृळ्हा चिदारुजः
Destroyer of Vṛtra, breaker of the enclosure, opener of the strongholds, born of the waters, you are the charioteer of the two bays, the one who approaches; Indra, you break even the firm.
गम्भीराँ उदधीँरिव क्रतुं पुष्यसि गा इव । प्र सुगोपा यवसं धेनवो यथा ह्रदं कुल्या इवाशत
Deep as the oceans, you possess wisdom, like cows their pasture. Well-guarded, the cows seek the grass, as channels flow to the lake.
आ नस्तुजं रयिं भरांशं न प्रतिजानते । वृक्षं पक्वं फलमङ्कीव धूनुहीन्द्र सम्पारणं वसु
Bring to us abundant wealth, which none can rival. Shake down, Indra, the ripe fruit from the tree, as one shakes down the harvest, O bringer of riches.
स्वयुरिन्द्र स्वराळसि स्मद्दिष्टिः स्वयशस्तरः । स वावृधान ओजसा पुरुष्टुत भवा नः सुश्रवस्तमः
Self-powered, Indra, you are radiant; your guidance is self-chosen, your fame surpasses all. Thus grown in strength, much-praised, become for us the most renowned.
युध्मस्य ते वृषभस्य स्वराज उग्रस्य यून स्थविरस्य घृष्वेः । अजूर्यतो वज्रिणो वीर्याणीन्द्र श्रुतस्य महतो महानि
Of you, the mighty, youthful, and ancient Bull, the self-ruler, the fierce one, the unaging, the wielder of the thunderbolt—Indra—great indeed are the renowned deeds, the mighty deeds of the great one.
महाँ असि महिष वृष्ण्येभिर्धनस्पृदुग्र सहमानो अन्यान् । एको विश्वस्य भुवनस्य राजा स योधया च क्षयया च जनान्
You are great, O Buffalo, with your manly powers, seeker of wealth, fierce, prevailing over others; you alone are king of all the world—by battle and by dwelling you govern the peoples.
प्र मात्राभी रिरिचे रोचमानः प्र देवेभिर्विश्वतो अप्रतीतः । प्र मज्मना दिव इन्द्रः पृथिव्याः प्रोरोर्महो अन्तरिक्षादृजीषी
By measure you have expanded, shining forth; with the gods, you are unsurpassed on every side. By your might, Indra, you have stretched out the sky and earth, and from the vast midspace you have drawn forth strength.
उरुं गभीरं जनुषाभ्युग्रं विश्वव्यचसमवतं मतीनाम् । इन्द्रं सोमासः प्रदिवि सुतासः समुद्रं न स्रवत आ विशन्ति
Wide, deep, mighty by birth, fierce, all-illuminating, a protector of thoughts—Indra, the pressed Somas, like rivers, flow to you in the highest heaven.
यं सोममिन्द्र पृथिवीद्यावा गर्भं न माता बिभृतस्त्वाया । तं ते हिन्वन्ति तमु ते मृजन्त्यध्वर्यवो वृषभ पातवा उ
That Soma, O Indra, which earth and heaven, like a mother, bear for you as an embryo—this the priests pour out for you, this they cleanse for you, O Bull, for you to drink.
मरुत्वाँ इन्द्र वृषभो रणाय पिबा सोममनुष्वधं मदाय । आ सिञ्चस्व जठरे मध्व ऊर्मिं त्वं राजासि प्रदिवः सुतानाम्
With the Maruts, O Indra, Bull for battle, drink the Soma for exhilaration as men do. Pour the wave of honey into your belly; you are king of the pressed offerings in the highest heaven.
सजोषा इन्द्र सगणो मरुद्भिः सोमं पिब वृत्रहा शूर विद्वान् । जहि शत्रूँरप मृधो नुदस्वाथाभयं कृणुहि विश्वतो नः
Together with the Maruts, with your troop, O Indra, drink the Soma, slayer of Vṛtra, heroic and wise. Strike down the foes, drive away the hostilities, and thus make us fearless on every side.
उत ऋतुभिरृतुपाः पाहि सोममिन्द्र देवेभिः सखिभिः सुतं नः । याँ आभजो मरुतो ये त्वान्वहन्वृत्रमदधुस्तुभ्यमोजः
With the seasons, O Indra, guardian of order, drink the Soma with the gods, your friends, pressed for us. Those Maruts who aided you, who carried you, who gave you strength for slaying Vṛtra.
ये त्वाहिहत्ये मघवन्नवर्धन्ये शाम्बरे हरिवो ये गविष्टौ । ये त्वा नूनमनुमदन्ति विप्राः पिबेन्द्र सोमं सगणो मरुद्भिः
Those who, O generous one, increased you in the slaying of Ahi, in the Shambara, O charioteer, in the desire for cows; those priests who now honor you—drink Soma, Indra, with the Maruts as your troop.
मरुत्वन्तं वृषभं वावृधानमकवारिं दिव्यं शासमिन्द्रम् । विश्वासाहमवसे नूतनायोग्रं सहोदामिह तं हुवेम
Him with the Maruts, the Bull, ever-growing, the cloud-cutter, the divine ruler, Indra, mighty for all help, for new aid, fierce, strong companion—here let us invoke.
सद्यो ह जातो वृषभः कनीनः प्रभर्तुमावदन्धसः सुतस्य । साधोः पिब प्रतिकामं यथा ते रसाशिरः प्रथमं सोम्यस्य
Straightaway, newly born, the Bull, the young one, longed to partake of the pressed Soma. Drink, O noble one, as you desire, as you first drank the heady juice of Soma.
यज्जायथास्तदहरस्य कामेऽंशोः पीयूषमपिबो गिरिष्ठाम् । तं ते माता परि योषा जनित्री महः पितुर्दम आसिञ्चदग्रे
When you were born, on that very day, at your will, you drank the sweet essence of the portion on the mountain. Your mother, the woman, your begetter, poured it for you at the house of your great father in the beginning.
उपस्थाय मातरमन्नमैट्ट तिग्ममपश्यदभि सोममूधः । प्रयावयन्नचरद्गृत्सो अन्यान्महानि चक्रे पुरुधप्रतीकः
Approaching his mother, he sought food; he saw the sharp Soma pressed out. Driving away the others, the wise one moved about; he accomplished great deeds, manifold in form.
उग्रस्तुराषाळभिभूत्योजा यथावशं तन्वं चक्र एषः । त्वष्टारमिन्द्रो जनुषाभिभूयामुष्या सोममपिबच्चमूषु
Fierce, strong, irresistible in might, he shaped his body as he wished. Indra, surpassing Tvaṣṭṛ by birth, drank the Soma in the companies there.
शुनं हुवेम मघवानमिन्द्रमस्मिन्भरे नृतमं वाजसातौ । शृण्वन्तमुग्रमूतये समत्सु घ्नन्तं वृत्राणि संजितं धनानाम्
May we call upon generous Indra in this contest, the foremost among men, for the prize. May the fierce one, listening to our call for help in battles, slaying the Vṛtras, the winner of wealth, come.