यो म इति प्रवोचत्यश्वमेधाय सूरये । दददृचा सनिं यते ददन्मेधामृतायते
He who says to me, 'For the Ashvamedha, for the lord of the sun,' gives with a hymn a companion for gain, gives wisdom for immortality.
यस्य मा परुषाः शतमुद्धर्षयन्त्युक्षणः । अश्वमेधस्य दानाः सोमा इव त्र्याशिरः
He whose fierce ones, a hundred, urge on the gifts of the Ashvamedha, like Soma-juices, three-headed.
इन्द्राग्नी शतदाव्न्यश्वमेधे सुवीर्यम् । क्षत्रं धारयतं बृहद्दिवि सूर्यमिवाजरम्
Indra and Agni, at the Ashvamedha with a hundred gifts, uphold great power, undying in the vast heaven like the sun.
समिद्धो अग्निर्दिवि शोचिरश्रेत्प्रत्यङ्ङुषसमुर्विया वि भाति । एति प्राची विश्ववारा नमोभिर्देवाँ ईळाना हविषा घृताची
Kindled, Agni shines with his flame in the sky, facing the dawn, spreading widely; the gods, desiring the offering, come forth with reverence, with clarified butter.
समिध्यमानो अमृतस्य राजसि हविष्कृण्वन्तं सचसे स्वस्तये । विश्वं स धत्ते द्रविणं यमिन्वस्यातिथ्यमग्ने नि च धत्त इत्पुरः
As you are being kindled, you rule over immortality; you join with the one making the offering for welfare; you bestow all wealth, O Agni, and grant hospitality to the guest in the forefront.
अग्ने शर्ध महते सौभगाय तव द्युम्नान्युत्तमानि सन्तु । सं जास्पत्यं सुयममा कृणुष्व शत्रूयतामभि तिष्ठा महांसि
Agni, strive for great good fortune; may your highest glories be ours; unite us in strong kinship, make us well-yoked, and stand against our enemies with your might.
समिद्धस्य प्रमहसोऽग्ने वन्दे तव श्रियम् । वृषभो द्युम्नवाँ असि समध्वरेष्विध्यसे
Of you, Agni, kindled, of great brilliance, I praise the splendor; you are the bull, full of glory, you are kindled in the sacrifices.
समिद्धो अग्न आहुत देवान्यक्षि स्वध्वर । त्वं हि हव्यवाळसि
Kindled, Agni, summoned, you lead the gods to the rite; for you are truly the bearer of the oblation.
आ जुहोता दुवस्यताग्निं प्रयत्यध्वरे । वृणीध्वं हव्यवाहनम्
Offer and honor Agni with pure intention at the sacrifice; choose him as the bearer of the oblation.
त्र्यर्यमा मनुषो देवताता त्री रोचना दिव्या धारयन्त । अर्चन्ति त्वा मरुतः पूतदक्षास्त्वमेषामृषिरिन्द्रासि धीरः
Threefold is Aryaman, the divine father of men; three are the shining realms he upholds in heaven. The Maruts, pure in their strength, praise you; you, Indra, are their sage and steadfast hero.
अनु यदीं मरुतो मन्दसानमार्चन्निन्द्रं पपिवांसं सुतस्य । आदत्त वज्रमभि यदहिं हन्नपो यह्वीरसृजत्सर्तवा उ
When the Maruts, rejoicing, praised Indra who delights in the pressed Soma, he took up the thunderbolt and, when he struck the serpent, released the mighty waters to flow.
उत ब्रह्माणो मरुतो मे अस्येन्द्रः सोमस्य सुषुतस्य पेयाः । तद्धि हव्यं मनुषे गा अविन्ददहन्नहिं पपिवाँ इन्द्रो अस्य
The Maruts, together with the priests, desire that Indra should drink the well-pressed Soma; for that is the offering which he found for man—he slew the serpent and drank of it.
आद्रोदसी वितरं वि ष्कभायत्संविव्यानश्चिद्भियसे मृगं कः । जिगर्तिमिन्द्रो अपजर्गुराणः प्रति श्वसन्तमव दानवं हन्
Then Indra stretched apart earth and heaven, even those who trembled in fear like a wild beast; he, undaunted, struck down the roaring Dānava as it breathed out.
अध क्रत्वा मघवन्तुभ्यं देवा अनु विश्वे अददुः सोमपेयम् । यत्सूर्यस्य हरितः पतन्तीः पुरः सतीरुपरा एतशे कः
Then, by their will, all the generous gods gave you, Indra, the right to drink Soma, when the green horses of the sun, ever advancing, moved forward at your command.
नव यदस्य नवतिं च भोगान्साकं वज्रेण मघवा विवृश्चत् । अर्चन्तीन्द्रं मरुतः सधस्थे त्रैष्टुभेन वचसा बाधत द्याम्
When he, the generous one, with his thunderbolt, split open his nine and ninety strongholds together, the Maruts, praising Indra in their assembly with the Traiṣṭubh hymn, drove away the darkness.
सखा सख्ये अपचत्तूयमग्निरस्य क्रत्वा महिषा त्री शतानि । त्री साकमिन्द्रो मनुषः सरांसि सुतं पिबद्वृत्रहत्याय सोमम्
As a friend for friendship, Agni, by his will, consumed three hundred buffaloes; Indra, together with men, drank the Soma for the slaying of Vṛtra at the three gatherings.
त्री यच्छता महिषाणामघो मास्त्री सरांसि मघवा सोम्यापाः । कारं न विश्वे अह्वन्त देवा भरमिन्द्राय यदहिं जघान
When the generous one, desiring no harm, took three hundred buffaloes and three gatherings of Soma, all the gods called the priest, as they did when Indra slew the serpent.
उशना यत्सहस्यैरयातं गृहमिन्द्र जूजुवानेभिरश्वैः । वन्वानो अत्र सरथं ययाथ कुत्सेन देवैरवनोर्ह शुष्णम्
When Usanā, with powerful horses, brought you, Indra, to his house, you came with eager steeds; there, striving together, you journeyed with Kutsā and the gods, protecting them, and destroyed Śuṣṇa.
प्रान्यच्चक्रमवृहः सूर्यस्य कुत्सायान्यद्वरिवो यातवेऽकः । अनासो दस्यूँरमृणो वधेन नि दुर्योण आवृणङ्मृध्रवाचः
You set the wheel of the sun rolling forward for Kutsā, opening a new path for him to travel alone; you struck down the noseless Dasyus with death, and drove away those of evil speech from their home.
स्तोमासस्त्वा गौरिवीतेरवर्धन्नरन्धयो वैदथिनाय पिप्रुम् । आ त्वामृजिश्वा सख्याय चक्रे पचन्पक्तीरपिबः सोममस्य
Hymns of praise, like lowing cows, increased you, Indra; for Vaidathina, you subdued Pipru. Ṛjiśvan made you his friend, and you, wise one, cooked the portions and drank his Soma.
नवग्वासः सुतसोमास इन्द्रं दशग्वासो अभ्यर्चन्त्यर्कैः । गव्यं चिदूर्वमपिधानवन्तं तं चिन्नरः शशमाना अप व्रन्
The Navagvas, having pressed Soma, praise Indra; the Daśagvas also honor him with their hymns. Even the wide pasture, though covered, they, longing, opened up for him, O men.
कथो नु ते परि चराणि विद्वान्वीर्या मघवन्या चकर्थ । या चो नु नव्या कृणवः शविष्ठ प्रेदु ता ते विदथेषु ब्रवाम
How, O generous one, knowing your deeds, may I recount your exploits? And what new mighty acts will you perform, most powerful one? Declare them now in the contests.
एता विश्वा चकृवाँ इन्द्र भूर्यपरीतो जनुषा वीर्येण । या चिन्नु वज्रिन्कृणवो दधृष्वान्न ते वर्ता तविष्या अस्ति तस्याः
All these many deeds, O Indra, you have accomplished, surpassing in birth and might; whatever bold acts you have done with the thunderbolt, there is no one who can match your power.
इन्द्र ब्रह्म क्रियमाणा जुषस्व या ते शविष्ठ नव्या अकर्म । वस्त्रेव भद्रा सुकृता वसूयू रथं न धीरः स्वपा अतक्षम्
Indra, accept the hymns being composed for you; whatever new deeds you have done, most mighty one. Like a craftsman fashions a fine garment, so the wise one has shaped the chariot for you, seeking wealth.
क्व स्य वीरः को अपश्यदिन्द्रं सुखरथमीयमानं हरिभ्याम् । यो राया वज्री सुतसोममिच्छन्तदोको गन्ता पुरुहूत ऊती
Where is that hero, who has seen Indra, riding easily in his chariot drawn by the Bays? He, the wielder of the thunderbolt, who, desiring the pressed Soma, comes to the house of the generous one, summoned by many.
अवाचचक्षं पदमस्य सस्वरुग्रं निधातुरन्वायमिच्छन् । अपृच्छमन्याँ उत ते म आहुरिन्द्रं नरो बुबुधाना अशेम
I sought the path of him who utters the sound, desiring the mighty seat of the treasure-giver; I asked others, and they told me: 'We, O men, seeking, have found Indra.'
प्र नु वयं सुते या ते कृतानीन्द्र ब्रवाम यानि नो जुजोषः । वेददविद्वाञ्छृणवच्च विद्वान्वहतेऽयं मघवा सर्वसेनः
Now, in the pressing of the Soma, we declare your deeds, O Indra, those which you have done and which pleased us. The wise knows, the unwise hears; this generous one, the lord of all hosts, bears them all.
स्थिरं मनश्चकृषे जात इन्द्र वेषीदेको युधये भूयसश्चित् । अश्मानं चिच्छवसा दिद्युतो वि विदो गवामूर्वमुस्रियाणाम्
You made your mind firm, O Indra, since birth; you alone, adorned, stood for battle, even against many. With your might, you split even the stone, and revealed the wide space of the cows for the worshippers.
परो यत्त्वं परम आजनिष्ठाः परावति श्रुत्यं नाम बिभ्रत् । अतश्चिदिन्द्रादभयन्त देवा विश्वा अपो अजयद्दासपत्नीः
When you were born far away, in the highest place, bearing a renowned name in the distant region, from there even the gods feared Indra; he conquered all the waters and the wives of the Dasyus.
तुभ्येदेते मरुतः सुशेवा अर्चन्त्यर्कं सुन्वन्त्यन्धः । अहिमोहानमप आशयानं प्र मायाभिर्मायिनं सक्षदिन्द्रः
For you, O Indra, these gracious Maruts sing, they offer the Soma, they pour the libation. Indra, with his powers, struck down the lying serpent, the cunning one, as he lay hidden.