न स राजा व्यथते यस्मिन्निन्द्रस्तीव्रं सोमं पिबति गोसखायम् । आ सत्वनैरजति हन्ति वृत्रं क्षेति क्षितीः सुभगो नाम पुष्यन्
That king is not shaken, in whom Indra, friend of the cows, drinks the strong Soma; with his companions he advances, he slays the serpent, he rules the people, fortunate and bearing a noble name.
पुष्यात्क्षेमे अभि योगे भवात्युभे वृतौ संयती सं जयाति । प्रियः सूर्ये प्रियो अग्ना भवाति य इन्द्राय सुतसोमो ददाशत्
He prospers in safety and in battle, conquering both in contest and in war; beloved by the Sun, beloved by Agni, is he who offers the pressed Soma to Indra.
उरोष्ट इन्द्र राधसो विभ्वी रातिः शतक्रतो । अधा नो विश्वचर्षणे द्युम्ना सुक्षत्र मंहय
Wide-mouthed, Indra, giver of wealth, bestower of gifts, O hundred-powered, grant us, for all people, glory, noble rule, and greatness.
यदीमिन्द्र श्रवाय्यमिषं शविष्ठ दधिषे । पप्रथे दीर्घश्रुत्तमं हिरण्यवर्ण दुष्टरम्
When, Indra, you, most mighty, have established fame and nourishment, you have spread far the long-heard, golden, unconquerable glory.
शुष्मासो ये ते अद्रिवो मेहना केतसापः । उभा देवावभिष्टये दिवश्च ग्मश्च राजथः
Those powers of yours, O stone-armed, are strong through wisdom and insight; you two gods rule for blessing, both in heaven and on earth.
उतो नो अस्य कस्य चिद्दक्षस्य तव वृत्रहन् । अस्मभ्यं नृम्णमा भरास्मभ्यं नृमणस्यसे
And now, O slayer of Vṛtra, of whatever skill you possess, grant us heroism, grant us the strength of heroes.
नू त आभिरभिष्टिभिस्तव शर्मञ्छतक्रतो । इन्द्र स्याम सुगोपाः शूर स्याम सुगोपाः
Now, with these blessings, O hundred-powered, grant us your protection; Indra, may we be well-guarded, hero, may we be well-guarded.
यदिन्द्र चित्र मेहनास्ति त्वादातमद्रिवः । राधस्तन्नो विदद्वस उभयाहस्त्या भर
Whatever splendid power, Indra, is yours, O stone-armed, bestowed by you, grant us that wealth, bring us both kinds of riches.
यन्मन्यसे वरेण्यमिन्द्र द्युक्षं तदा भर । विद्याम तस्य ते वयमकूपारस्य दावने
Whatever you consider most excellent, Indra, bring us that heavenly gift; may we know your favor, O generous one, for our burning need.
यत्ते दित्सु प्रराध्यं मनो अस्ति श्रुतं बृहत् । तेन दृळ्हा चिदद्रिव आ वाजं दर्षि सातये
That resolute mind of yours, eager to give, renowned and great, with it, O stone-armed, you even overcome the strong, you bring us the prize for attainment.
मंहिष्ठं वो मघोनां राजानं चर्षणीनाम् । इन्द्रमुप प्रशस्तये पूर्वीभिर्जुजुषे गिरः
The most mighty among the generous, king of peoples, Indra, for praise, the ancient songs have served him with many voices.
अस्मा इत्काव्यं वच उक्थमिन्द्राय शंस्यम् । तस्मा उ ब्रह्मवाहसे गिरो वर्धन्त्यत्रयो गिरः शुम्भन्त्यत्रयः
To him this poetic speech, this hymn, is to be sung for Indra; therefore, for the bearer of prayer, the three songs grow, the three songs shine.
आ याह्यद्रिभिः सुतं सोमं सोमपते पिब । वृषन्निन्द्र वृषभिर्वृत्रहन्तम
Come with the stones, drink the pressed Soma, O lord of Soma; mighty Indra, with mighty ones, slayer of Vṛtra.
वृषा ग्रावा वृषा मदो वृषा सोमो अयं सुतः । वृषन्निन्द्र वृषभिर्वृत्रहन्तम
The stone is mighty, the exhilaration is mighty, this pressed Soma is mighty; mighty Indra, with mighty ones, slayer of Vṛtra.
वृषा त्वा वृषणं हुवे वज्रिञ्चित्राभिरूतिभिः । वृषन्निन्द्र वृषभिर्वृत्रहन्तम
I call you, mighty one, with mighty prayers, O wielder of the thunderbolt; mighty Indra, with mighty ones, slayer of Vṛtra.
ऋजीषी वज्री वृषभस्तुराषाट् छुष्मी राजा वृत्रहा सोमपावा । युक्त्वा हरिभ्यामुप यासदर्वाङ्माध्यंदिने सवने मत्सदिन्द्रः
Swift, thunderbolt-wielder, mighty, victorious, powerful, king, slayer of Vṛtra, Soma-drinker; harnessing the two bays, let Indra come to the midday pressing, rejoicing in the Soma.
यत्त्वा सूर्य स्वर्भानुस्तमसाविध्यदासुरः । अक्षेत्रविद्यथा मुग्धो भुवनान्यदीधयुः
When Svarbhanu, the demon, struck you, O Sun, with darkness, as one ignorant of the fields, bewildered, you illuminated the worlds.
स्वर्भानोरध यदिन्द्र माया अवो दिवो वर्तमाना अवाहन् । गूळ्हं सूर्यं तमसापव्रतेन तुरीयेण ब्रह्मणाविन्ददत्रिः
When Svarbhanu's magic, O Indra, descended from the sky, Atri found the hidden Sun, veiled by darkness, with the fourth Brahman.
मा मामिमं तव सन्तमत्र इरस्या द्रुग्धो भियसा नि गारीत् । त्वं मित्रो असि सत्यराधास्तौ मेहावतं वरुणश्च राजा
Let not this, your anger, fall upon me here; do not, out of wrath or fear, drive me away. You are Mitra, true in your gifts, and Varuna, the king, protects us both.
ग्राव्णो ब्रह्मा युयुजानः सपर्यन्कीरिणा देवान्नमसोपशिक्षन् । अत्रिः सूर्यस्य दिवि चक्षुराधात्स्वर्भानोरप माया अघुक्षत्
The priest, with stones and prayers, honored the gods with reverence; Atri restored the Sun's eye in the sky, dispelling Svarbhanu's magic.
यं वै सूर्यं स्वर्भानुस्तमसाविध्यदासुरः । अत्रयस्तमन्वविन्दन्नह्यन्ये अशक्नुवन्
The Sun whom Svarbhanu, the demon, struck with darkness—Atri discovered that darkness, while others could not.
को नु वां मित्रावरुणावृतायन्दिवो वा महः पार्थिवस्य वा दे । ऋतस्य वा सदसि त्रासीथां नो यज्ञायते वा पशुषो न वाजान्
Who then, O Mitra and Varuna, will protect you—whether from heaven's greatness or from earth's power, or in the seat of truth? May you shield us, as one guards cattle or horses for sacrifice.
ते नो मित्रो वरुणो अर्यमायुरिन्द्र ऋभुक्षा मरुतो जुषन्त । नमोभिर्वा ये दधते सुवृक्तिं स्तोमं रुद्राय मीळ्हुषे सजोषाः
May Mitra, Varuna, Aryaman, Indra, the Ribhus, and the Maruts favor us; and those who, with reverence, bestow generous praise upon Rudra, the gracious one.
आ वां येष्ठाश्विना हुवध्यै वातस्य पत्मन्रथ्यस्य पुष्टौ । उत वा दिवो असुराय मन्म प्रान्धांसीव यज्यवे भरध्वम्
To you, Ashvins, whom we call for help, in the nourishment of the chariot and wind, and to the lord of heaven, let us offer our hymn, as one brings gifts for sacrifice.
प्र सक्षणो दिव्यः कण्वहोता त्रितो दिवः सजोषा वातो अग्निः । पूषा भगः प्रभृथे विश्वभोजा आजिं न जग्मुराश्वश्वतमाः
The divine Kanva, the priest, Tritha, and the wind united with Agni; Pushan and Bhaga, givers of all, have come to the contest, swift as horses.
प्र वो रयिं युक्ताश्वं भरध्वं राय एषेऽवसे दधीत धीः । सुशेव एवैरौशिजस्य होता ये व एवा मरुतस्तुराणाम्
Bring forth for you wealth yoked with horses; let the mind seek aid for riches. The auspicious Hotar of Ushij, and you, Maruts, mighty ones, are ever present.
प्र वो वायुं रथयुजं कृणुध्वं प्र देवं विप्रं पनितारमर्कैः । इषुध्यव ऋतसापः पुरंधीर्वस्वीर्नो अत्र पत्नीरा धिये धुः
Invoke for you Vayu, yoked to the chariot; praise the divine, wise provider with hymns. The righteous, generous wives here have set their thoughts upon us.
उप व एषे वन्द्येभिः शूषैः प्र यह्वी दिवश्चितयद्भिरर्कैः । उषासानक्ता विदुषीव विश्वमा हा वहतो मर्त्याय यज्ञम्
I approach you with worthy praises, with hymns that awaken even the youthful sky. Ushas and Night, knowing all, bring forth the sacrifice for mortals.
अभि वो अर्चे पोष्यावतो नॄन्वास्तोष्पतिं त्वष्टारं रराणः । धन्या सजोषा धिषणा नमोभिर्वनस्पतीँरोषधी राय एषे
I sing to you, the nourishing ones, to the lord of men, to Tvashtar, the creator. With reverence, the blessed Dhiṣaṇā, the trees, and the herbs seek wealth.
तुजे नस्तने पर्वताः सन्तु स्वैतवो ये वसवो न वीराः । पनित आप्त्यो यजतः सदा नो वर्धान्नः शंसं नर्यो अभिष्टौ
May the mountains be our protectors, like the Vasus, strong and heroic. May the provider, the Aptyas, the worshipful, always increase our praise and grant us noble blessings.