यस्ता चकार स कुह स्विदिन्द्रः कमा जनं चरति कासु विक्षु । कस्ते यज्ञो मनसे शं वराय को अर्क इन्द्र कतमः स होता
He who accomplished those deeds—where indeed is that Indra? Among which peoples does he move? Which sacrifice is pleasing to your mind for favor? Which hymn, O Indra, and who is that priest?
इदा हि ते वेविषतः पुराजाः प्रत्नास आसुः पुरुकृत्सखायः । ये मध्यमास उत नूतनास उतावमस्य पुरुहूत बोधि
Now, those ancient friends of yours, O ever-victorious, who were born before, have become eager for you; whether they are of the middle times or the new, or even the youngest, be mindful of them, O much-invoked.
तं पृच्छन्तोऽवरासः पराणि प्रत्ना त इन्द्र श्रुत्यानु येमुः । अर्चामसि वीर ब्रह्मवाहो यादेव विद्म तात्त्वा महान्तम्
Those who inquire, the later ones, have followed after your ancient glories, O Indra; we praise you, hero, bearer of prayer, as much as we know you, O great one.
अभि त्वा पाजो रक्षसो वि तस्थे महि जज्ञानमभि तत्सु तिष्ठ । तव प्रत्नेन युज्येन सख्या वज्रेण धृष्णो अप ता नुदस्व
Against you, the strength of the Rakshasas has arisen; stand firm in that great birth; with your ancient, fitting friendship and your thunderbolt, O bold one, drive them away.
स तु श्रुधीन्द्र नूतनस्य ब्रह्मण्यतो वीर कारुधायः । त्वं ह्यापिः प्रदिवि पितॄणां शश्वद्बभूथ सुहव एष्टौ
So now, Indra, hear the prayer of the new singer, O hero, for the poet; for you have always been the helper of our fathers in the highest heaven, ever well-invoked at the sacrifice.
प्रोतये वरुणं मित्रमिन्द्रं मरुतः कृष्वावसे नो अद्य । प्र पूषणं विष्णुमग्निं पुरंधिं सवितारमोषधीः पर्वताँश्च
Call upon Varuna, Mitra, Indra, the Maruts for our aid today; also Pūshan, Vishnu, Agni, Purandhi, Savitar, the plants and the mountains.
इम उ त्वा पुरुशाक प्रयज्यो जरितारो अभ्यर्चन्त्यर्कैः । श्रुधी हवमा हुवतो हुवानो न त्वावाँ अन्यो अमृत त्वदस्ति
These many singers, worthy of sacrifice, honor you with hymns, O Indra; hear the call of the one who invokes you, for there is no other immortal like you.
नू म आ वाचमुप याहि विद्वान्विश्वेभिः सूनो सहसो यजत्रैः । ये अग्निजिह्वा ऋतसाप आसुर्ये मनुं चक्रुरुपरं दसाय
Now come near to my speech, O wise one, with all the sons of strength, worthy of sacrifice; those whose tongues are Agni, upholders of truth, who made Manu the chief for the people.
स नो बोधि पुरएता सुगेषूत दुर्गेषु पथिकृद्विदानः । ये अश्रमास उरवो वहिष्ठास्तेभिर्न इन्द्राभि वक्षि वाजम्
Be our leader, knowing the good paths and the difficult ones, the guide on the way; with those tireless, far-reaching helpers, bring us, O Indra, to the prize.
य एक इद्धव्यश्चर्षणीनामिन्द्रं तं गीर्भिरभ्यर्च आभिः । यः पत्यते वृषभो वृष्ण्यावान्सत्यः सत्वा पुरुमायः सहस्वान्
He alone is to be invoked by all peoples—Indra—let us honor him with hymns; the bull, strong in might, true in being, rich in many forms, powerful.
तमु नः पूर्वे पितरो नवग्वाः सप्त विप्रासो अभि वाजयन्तः । नक्षद्दाभं ततुरिं पर्वतेष्ठामद्रोघवाचं मतिभिः शविष्ठम्
Our forefathers, the Navagvas, the seven sages, seeking victory, praised him; they did not miss the mark, the strong one on the mountain, whose words are true, with their thoughts.
तमीमह इन्द्रमस्य रायः पुरुवीरस्य नृवतः पुरुक्षोः । यो अस्कृधोयुरजरः स्वर्वान्तमा भर हरिवो मादयध्यै
We praise that Indra, lord of riches, of many heroes, of men, of much strength; who, unwearied, ageless, possessing light, bring to us, O Hariva, for our delight.
तन्नो वि वोचो यदि ते पुरा चिज्जरितार आनशुः सुम्नमिन्द्र । कस्ते भागः किं वयो दुध्र खिद्वः पुरुहूत पुरूवसोऽसुरघ्नः
To you I speak: if, O Indra, those who praised you in ancient times have ever brought you delight, what is your share, what strength is yours, O much-invoked, rich in gifts, destroyer of the Asura?
तं पृच्छन्ती वज्रहस्तं रथेष्ठामिन्द्रं वेपी वक्वरी यस्य नू गीः । तुविग्राभं तुविकूर्मिं रभोदां गातुमिषे नक्षते तुम्रमच्छ
She who questions Indra, the wielder of the bolt, standing on his chariot—her trembling voice now sings his praise; to him, of mighty grasp, of powerful form, the giver of riches, she seeks to approach the strong one for the path to the prize.
अया ह त्यं मायया वावृधानं मनोजुवा स्वतवः पर्वतेन । अच्युता चिद्वीळिता स्वोजो रुजो वि दृळ्हा धृषता विरप्शिन्
By this, he who has grown by his own power, swift as thought, self-strong, with the mountain—he, even when unshaken, is struck down; his own force breaks apart the firm, the bold, the shining.
तं वो धिया नव्यस्या शविष्ठं प्रत्नं प्रत्नवत्परितंसयध्यै । स नो वक्षदनिमानः सुवह्मेन्द्रो विश्वान्यति दुर्गहाणि
To him, the most powerful, ancient, ever-new, you should direct your thoughts, to surround him with praise; may Indra, unopposed, bring us safe passage and overcome all difficulties.
आ जनाय द्रुह्वणे पार्थिवानि दिव्यानि दीपयोऽन्तरिक्षा । तपा वृषन्विश्वतः शोचिषा तान्ब्रह्मद्विषे शोचय क्षामपश्च
For the people, make the earthly and heavenly realms shine, and the spaces between; burn, O mighty one, with your radiance on all sides—burn those who hate the prayer, and those who are barren of the earth.
भुवो जनस्य दिव्यस्य राजा पार्थिवस्य जगतस्त्वेषसंदृक् । धिष्व वज्रं दक्षिण इन्द्र हस्ते विश्वा अजुर्य दयसे वि मायाः
You are the king of the heavenly people, of the earthly world, with a fierce gaze; take up the bolt in your right hand, O Indra, and with it, strike down all the unaging powers and illusions.
आ संयतमिन्द्र णः स्वस्तिं शत्रुतूर्याय बृहतीममृध्राम् । यया दासान्यार्याणि वृत्रा करो वज्रिन्सुतुका नाहुषाणि
Come, Indra, with undiminished welfare for us, for victory over enemies, with your great, unfailing strength; with which, O bolt-wielder, you have subdued the Dasa and Aryan foes, and the hostile Nahusha.
स नो नियुद्भिः पुरुहूत वेधो विश्ववाराभिरा गहि प्रयज्यो । न या अदेवो वरते न देव आभिर्याहि तूयमा मद्र्यद्रिक्
Come to us, O much-invoked, wise one, with your hosts, with all your gifts, O worthy of sacrifice; with those whom neither godless nor god can surpass, come here, urged on, to our pressing-stone, O Indra.
सुत इत्त्वं निमिश्ल इन्द्र सोमे स्तोमे ब्रह्मणि शस्यमान उक्थे । यद्वा युक्ताभ्यां मघवन्हरिभ्यां बिभ्रद्वज्रं बाह्वोरिन्द्र यासि
You, Indra, are praised in the pressed Soma, in the hymn, in the song, in the recited verse; whether you come yoked with your two bay steeds, O generous one, bearing the bolt in your arms.
यद्वा दिवि पार्ये सुष्विमिन्द्र वृत्रहत्येऽवसि शूरसातौ । यद्वा दक्षस्य बिभ्युषो अबिभ्यदरन्धयः शर्धत इन्द्र दस्यून्
Whether in the highest heaven, O Indra, you aid in the slaying of Vritra, or in the heroic battle; or when you, O Indra, made the Dasyus flee in terror, and the hostile ones trembled at your might.
पाता सुतमिन्द्रो अस्तु सोमं प्रणेनीरुग्रो जरितारमूती । कर्ता वीराय सुष्वय उ लोकं दाता वसु स्तुवते कीरये चित्
May Indra drink the pressed Soma, the strong one, the protector, the fierce, the supporter of the singer; may he make a space for the hero, for the strong, may he grant wealth to the one who praises, even to the singer.
गन्तेयान्ति सवना हरिभ्यां बभ्रिर्वज्रं पपिः सोमं ददिर्गाः । कर्ता वीरं नर्यं सर्ववीरं श्रोता हवं गृणत स्तोमवाहाः
He comes to the pressings with his two bay steeds, tawny, bearing the bolt, drinking Soma, bestowing cows; he makes the hero, the manly, all-powerful, he hears the call, bringing the hymn with praise.
अस्मै वयं यद्वावान तद्विविष्म इन्द्राय यो नः प्रदिवो अपस्कः । सुते सोमे स्तुमसि शंसदुक्थेन्द्राय ब्रह्म वर्धनं यथासत्
To him, whatever we have done, we declare to Indra, who is our helper from above; in the pressed Soma we praise with a song, to Indra, the hymn that increases as it should.
ब्रह्माणि हि चकृषे वर्धनानि तावत्त इन्द्र मतिभिर्विविष्मः । सुते सोमे सुतपाः शंतमानि राण्ड्या क्रियास्म वक्षणानि यज्ञैः
For you have made the hymns, the means of increase; so far, O Indra, we have discerned with our thoughts; in the pressed Soma, O Soma-drinker, the most pleasing, we shall perform the acts, we shall fill your stores with sacrifices.
स नो बोधि पुरोळाशं रराणः पिबा तु सोमं गोऋजीकमिन्द्र । एदं बर्हिर्यजमानस्य सीदोरुं कृधि त्वायत उ लोकम्
Be mindful of us, accepting our offering, drink the Soma, O Indra, who roars like a bull; sit on this sacred grass of the sacrificer, make wide the space for the one who seeks you.
स मन्दस्वा ह्यनु जोषमुग्र प्र त्वा यज्ञास इमे अश्नुवन्तु । प्रेमे हवासः पुरुहूतमस्मे आ त्वेयं धीरवस इन्द्र यम्याः
So be delighted, according to your desire, O mighty one; may these sacrifices reach you; let these invocations, O much-invoked, come to us; to you, O Indra, belong these wise, fitting thoughts.
तं वः सखायः सं यथा सुतेषु सोमेभिरीं पृणता भोजमिन्द्रम् । कुवित्तस्मा असति नो भराय न सुष्विमिन्द्रोऽवसे मृधाति
To him, O friends, as at the pressings, fill Indra, the generous one, with Soma, the giver; who knows if he will be for us in battle? For Indra, in the pressed Soma, does not fail to help.
एवेदिन्द्रः सुते अस्तावि सोमे भरद्वाजेषु क्षयदिन्मघोनः । असद्यथा जरित्र उत सूरिरिन्द्रो रायो विश्ववारस्य दाता
Here, Indra has rejoiced in the pressed Soma among the Bharadvājas, the generous lord; as a singer, as a wise one, Indra is the giver of all kinds of wealth.