को अस्य शुष्मं तविषीं वरात एको धना भरते अप्रतीतः । इमे चिदस्य ज्रयसो नु देवी इन्द्रस्यौजसो भियसा जिहाते
Who can withstand his force, his might? Alone, unconquered, he wins the riches; even these, the swift ones, now, O gods, flee in fear of Indra's strength.
न्यस्मै देवी स्वधितिर्जिहीत इन्द्राय गातुरुशतीव येमे । सं यदोजो युवते विश्वमाभिरनु स्वधाव्ने क्षितयो नमन्त
For him, the divine favor chooses Indra, as a swift woman chooses a husband; when his strength unites with all, the worlds bow down to the self-powerful one.
एकं नु त्वा सत्पतिं पाञ्चजन्यं जातं शृणोमि यशसं जनेषु । तं मे जगृभ्र आशसो नविष्ठं दोषा वस्तोर्हवमानास इन्द्रम्
Indeed, I hear of you alone, O lord of truth, born of the Panchajanas, renowned among people. The eager ones have seized you for me, O newest Indra, calling you at night and at dawn.
एवा हि त्वामृतुथा यातयन्तं मघा विप्रेभ्यो ददतं शृणोमि । किं ते ब्रह्माणो गृहते सखायो ये त्वाया निदधुः काममिन्द्र
Thus I hear of you, who moves with purpose, who gives riches to the priests. What use are those companions to you, O Indra, those priests who have set aside their desire for you?
महि महे तवसे दीध्ये नॄनिन्द्रायेत्था तवसे अतव्यान् । यो अस्मै सुमतिं वाजसातौ स्तुतो जने समर्यश्चिकेत
For the great, for the mighty, I kindle praise among men—thus for Indra, the mighty, in the wilds. He who, when praised in the contest for wealth, is recognized by the people as a friend in battle.
स त्वं न इन्द्र धियसानो अर्कैर्हरीणां वृषन्योक्त्रमश्रेः । या इत्था मघवन्ननु जोषं वक्षो अभि प्रार्यः सक्षि जनान्
So you, O Indra, inspired by thought, with hymns, did not tire of the yoke of your bay steeds. O generous one, as you thus gladly advance, may you, worthy of praise, protect the people.
न ते त इन्द्राभ्यस्मदृष्वायुक्तासो अब्रह्मता यदसन् । तिष्ठा रथमधि तं वज्रहस्ता रश्मिं देव यमसे स्वश्वः
None of those who have not praised you, O Indra, have ever surpassed us; when they were faithless, they became nothing. Stand upon your chariot, O thunderbolt-holder, hold the reins, O god, and drive your own horses.
पुरू यत्त इन्द्र सन्त्युक्था गवे चकर्थोर्वरासु युध्यन् । ततक्षे सूर्याय चिदोकसि स्वे वृषा समत्सु दासस्य नाम चित्
Many are the praises, O Indra, that exist for you; fighting for the cows, you acted in the broad fields. You even made a place for the Sun in his own abode, O bull, and in battles you made the name of the Dasa known.
वयं ते त इन्द्र ये च नरः शर्धो जज्ञाना याताश्च रथाः । आस्माञ्जगम्यादहिशुष्म सत्वा भगो न हव्यः प्रभृथेषु चारुः
We are yours, O Indra, and so are those men, the hosts that are born and the chariots that have set out. May you come to us, O serpent-slayer, with your strength, like fortune, delightful in the offerings and lovely in the contests.
पपृक्षेण्यमिन्द्र त्वे ह्योजो नृम्णानि च नृतमानो अमर्तः । स न एनीं वसवानो रयिं दाः प्रार्य स्तुषे तुविमघस्य दानम्
With your might, O Indra, you have surpassed all, immortal, most heroic in manly deeds. Grant us this wealth, O giver of riches, worthy of praise, I praise the gift of the very generous one.
एवा न इन्द्रोतिभिरव पाहि गृणतः शूर कारून् । उत त्वचं ददतो वाजसातौ पिप्रीहि मध्वः सुषुतस्य चारोः
Thus, O Indra, protect us with your great powers, O hero, as we praise you, O singer. And gladden those who give you the skin in the contest for wealth, delight in the sweet, well-pressed mead.
उत त्ये मा पौरुकुत्स्यस्य सूरेस्त्रसदस्योर्हिरणिनो रराणाः । वहन्तु मा दश श्येतासो अस्य गैरिक्षितस्य क्रतुभिर्नु सश्चे
And may those ten white, gold-adorned, swift steeds of Trasadasyu, son of Purukutsa, carry me. Let them, marked with red, with their strength, truly bear me onward.
उत त्ये मा मारुताश्वस्य शोणाः क्रत्वामघासो विदथस्य रातौ । सहस्रा मे च्यवतानो ददान आनूकमर्यो वपुषे नार्चत्
And may those red steeds of Marutashva, rich in strength, givers of abundance at the assembly, carry me. Thousands, ever moving, grant me gifts; let the noble one, shining, be praised for his beauty.
उत त्ये मा ध्वन्यस्य जुष्टा लक्ष्मण्यस्य सुरुचो यतानाः । मह्ना रायः संवरणस्य ऋषेर्व्रजं न गावः प्रयता अपि ग्मन्
And may those favored, splendid, well-guided steeds of Dhvanya, marked with auspicious signs, carry me. By the greatness of the wealth of the seer Samvarana, like cows to the pen, may they come eagerly.
अजातशत्रुमजरा स्वर्वत्यनु स्वधामिता दस्ममीयते । सुनोतन पचत ब्रह्मवाहसे पुरुष्टुताय प्रतरं दधातन
He whose enemies are unborn, who is ageless, full of light, according to his own law, is praised as the wondrous one. Press and cook for the bearer of prayer, for the much-praised one, set forth the offering.
आ यः सोमेन जठरमपिप्रतामन्दत मघवा मध्वो अन्धसः । यदीं मृगाय हन्तवे महावधः सहस्रभृष्टिमुशना वधं यमत्
He who has filled his belly with Soma, the generous one, delights in the sweetness of the drink. When he sets out to slay the beast, the great slayer, he, the thousand-striker, seeks out the foe for destruction.
यो अस्मै घ्रंस उत वा य ऊधनि सोमं सुनोति भवति द्युमाँ अह । अपाप शक्रस्ततनुष्टिमूहति तनूशुभ्रं मघवा यः कवासखः
Whoever presses Soma for him, whether at the press or in the vessel, becomes brilliant, O mighty one. The powerful one, Shakra, removes sin from him; the generous one, whose friend is the wise, makes his body pure.
यस्यावधीत्पितरं यस्य मातरं यस्य शक्रो भ्रातरं नात ईषते । वेतीद्वस्य प्रयता यतंकरो न किल्बिषादीषते वस्व आकरः
He who has slain the father, or the mother, or the brother—Shakra does not desire him. He knows the path of the righteous, the one who acts with devotion; the treasure of wealth does not come to the sinful.
न पञ्चभिर्दशभिर्वष्ट्यारभं नासुन्वता सचते पुष्यता चन । जिनाति वेदमुया हन्ति वा धुनिरा देवयुं भजति गोमति व्रजे
He does not call upon five or ten to help him; he does not join with the unoffering or the prosperous. He conquers knowledge, he strikes down the foe, the wise one shares the divine portion in the herd rich in cows.
वित्वक्षणः समृतौ चक्रमासजोऽसुन्वतो विषुणः सुन्वतो वृधः । इन्द्रो विश्वस्य दमिता विभीषणो यथावशं नयति दासमार्यः
The swift one, in the contest, sets the wheel in motion; he is hostile to the non-offerer, but a friend to the offerer. Indra, the subduer of all, the dreadful one, leads the Dasa and the Arya according to his will.
समीं पणेरजति भोजनं मुषे वि दाशुषे भजति सूनरं वसु । दुर्गे चन ध्रियते विश्व आ पुरु जनो यो अस्य तविषीमचुक्रुधत्
He moves together with the plunderer, seizing food; he distributes wealth to the worshipper, the good man. Nowhere, even in a stronghold, is it kept safe—the man who has provoked his might loses everything.
सं यज्जनौ सुधनौ विश्वशर्धसाववेदिन्द्रो मघवा गोषु शुभ्रिषु । युजं ह्यन्यमकृत प्रवेपन्युदीं गव्यं सृजते सत्वभिर्धुनिः
Indra, the generous one, knows both peoples, the wealthy and the renowned, among the shining cows. He made one yokemate tremble, and with his strength, the stream releases the cow's milk.
सहस्रसामाग्निवेशिं गृणीषे शत्रिमग्न उपमां केतुमर्यः । तस्मा आपः संयतः पीपयन्त तस्मिन्क्षत्रममवत्त्वेषमस्तु
You praise the one with a thousand songs, who has the fire's brightness, the enemy, the noble banner, the worthy sign. For him, the waters, restrained, flow forth; in him, may there be powerful, splendid sovereignty.
यस्ते साधिष्ठोऽवस इन्द्र क्रतुष्टमा भर । अस्मभ्यं चर्षणीसहं सस्निं वाजेषु दुष्टरम्
Indra, bring to us that most helpful, most powerful aid of yours, which is victorious in contests and unconquerable in battles, supporting people.
यदिन्द्र ते चतस्रो यच्छूर सन्ति तिस्रः । यद्वा पञ्च क्षितीनामवस्तत्सु न आ भर
O Indra, whether you have four, or three, or even five aids among the peoples, bring those to us, O hero.
आ तेऽवो वरेण्यं वृषन्तमस्य हूमहे । वृषजूतिर्हि जज्ञिष आभूभिरिन्द्र तुर्वणिः
We call upon your most excellent, most vigorous help; for you, Indra, are born with the strength of a bull, with mighty powers.
वृषा ह्यसि राधसे जज्ञिषे वृष्णि ते शवः । स्वक्षत्रं ते धृषन्मनः सत्राहमिन्द्र पौंस्यम्
Truly, you are a bull for giving; you are born a bull, your force is that of a bull. Your own power, your bold mind, O Indra, is steadfast manliness.
त्वं तमिन्द्र मर्त्यममित्रयन्तमद्रिवः । सर्वरथा शतक्रतो नि याहि शवसस्पते
You, Indra, breaker of obstacles, subdue that mortal who acts as an enemy. O lord of strength, O hundred-powered, go forth with all your chariots.
त्वामिद्वृत्रहन्तम जनासो वृक्तबर्हिषः । उग्रं पूर्वीषु पूर्व्यं हवन्ते वाजसातये
You, slayer of Vṛtra, are invoked by people who spread the sacred grass, fierce and ancient among the ancients, for the gaining of prize.
अस्माकमिन्द्र दुष्टरं पुरोयावानमाजिषु । सयावानं धनेधने वाजयन्तमवा रथम्
Indra, make our chariot, which is hard to overcome and leads the way in battles, victorious in contests and wealth, always triumphant.