गृभीतं ते मन इन्द्र द्विबर्हाः सुतः सोमः परिषिक्ता मधूनि । विसृष्टधेना भरते सुवृक्तिरियमिन्द्रं जोहुवती मनीषा
Indra, your mind is held fast; the twice-filtered Soma, pressed and poured, is sweet. The milk flows forth, the offering is abundant; this prayer calls to Indra.
आ नो दिव आ पृथिव्या ऋजीषिन्निदं बर्हिः सोमपेयाय याहि । वहन्तु त्वा हरयो मद्र्यञ्चमाङ्गूषमच्छा तवसं मदाय
Come to us, O powerful one, from heaven and earth; approach this sacred seat to drink Soma. Let your bays bring you, eager for the sweet, to this song, for your delight.
आ नो विश्वाभिरूतिभिः सजोषा ब्रह्म जुषाणो हर्यश्व याहि । वरीवृजत्स्थविरेभिः सुशिप्रास्मे दधद्वृषणं शुष्ममिन्द्र
Come to us, Haryaśva, with all your aids, accepting our hymn; grant us wide protection with your enduring strength, O fair-bearded one, and place your manly vigor with us, Indra.
एष स्तोमो मह उग्राय वाहे धुरीवात्यो न वाजयन्नधायि । इन्द्र त्वायमर्क ईट्टे वसूनां दिवीव द्यामधि नः श्रोमतं धाः
This praise is set forth for the mighty, fierce one, like a charioteer urging his team; Indra, this hymn seeks you among the treasures—grant us your attention as heaven listens to the sky.
एवा न इन्द्र वार्यस्य पूर्धि प्र ते महीं सुमतिं वेविदाम । इषं पिन्व मघवद्भ्यः सुवीरां यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
Thus, Indra, fulfill us with what is excellent; may we obtain your great favor. Pour forth nourishment and heroic sons for the generous; guard us always with your blessings.
आ ते मह इन्द्रोत्युग्र समन्यवो यत्समरन्त सेनाः । पताति दिद्युन्नर्यस्य बाह्वोर्मा ते मनो विष्वद्र्यग्वि चारीत्
To you, mighty Indra, the armies come together when they meet in battle; the lightning falls from the arms of the heroic one—may your mind not stray from us in any direction.
नि दुर्ग इन्द्र श्नथिह्यमित्राँ अभि ये नो मर्तासो अमन्ति । आरे तं शंसं कृणुहि निनित्सोरा नो भर सम्भरणं वसूनाम्
Strike down the strongholds, Indra, and defeat the foes who oppose us; turn away the curse of the hostile, and bring us the gathered wealth.
शतं ते शिप्रिन्नूतयः सुदासे सहस्रं शंसा उत रातिरस्तु । जहि वधर्वनुषो मर्त्यस्यास्मे द्युम्नमधि रत्नं च धेहि
A hundred praises, O fair-bearded one, and a thousand blessings be for Sudās; grant us gifts, and slay the weapon of the mortal enemy—establish glory and treasure for us.
त्वावतो हीन्द्र क्रत्वे अस्मि त्वावतोऽवितुः शूर रातौ । विश्वेदहानि तविषीव उग्रँ ओकः कृणुष्व हरिवो न मर्धीः
For strength, Indra, I am yours; for protection, O hero, I am yours in the contest. Each day, O mighty one, with your power, make a home for us, O Hariva, and do not let us be harmed.
कुत्सा एते हर्यश्वाय शूषमिन्द्रे सहो देवजूतमियानाः । सत्रा कृधि सुहना शूर वृत्रा वयं तरुत्राः सनुयाम वाजम्
With Kutsā, these men, with Haryaśva, have come to Indra for strength, aided by the gods; accomplish the victory together, O hero, so that we may win the prize with your help.
एवा न इन्द्र वार्यस्य पूर्धि प्र ते महीं सुमतिं वेविदाम । इषं पिन्व मघवद्भ्यः सुवीरां यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
Thus, Indra, fulfill us with what is excellent; may we obtain your great favor. Pour forth nourishment and heroic sons for the generous; guard us always with your blessings.
न सोम इन्द्रमसुतो ममाद नाब्रह्माणो मघवानं सुतासः । तस्मा उक्थं जनये यज्जुजोषन्नृवन्नवीयः शृणवद्यथा नः
Soma, though pressed, does not delight Indra, nor do the Brahmans' chants please the generous one; therefore I compose a hymn, eager for sacrifice, that the youthful hero may hear us as we wish.
उक्थौक्थे सोम इन्द्रं ममाद नीथेनीथे मघवानं सुतासः । यदीं सबाधः पितरं न पुत्राः समानदक्षा अवसे हवन्ते
With every hymn, Soma delights Indra; with every rite, the generous one is pleased by the offerings. When pressed hard, like sons calling on their father, those of equal skill call for help.
चकार ता कृणवन्नूनमन्या यानि ब्रुवन्ति वेधसः सुतेषु । जनीरिव पतिरेकः समानो नि मामृजे पुर इन्द्रः सु सर्वाः
He has done these deeds, and will do others as they say, the wise one at the pressings; like a husband with his wives, Indra alone has cleansed all the strongholds for me.
एवा तमाहुरुत शृण्व इन्द्र एको विभक्ता तरणिर्मघानाम् । मिथस्तुर ऊतयो यस्य पूर्वीरस्मे भद्राणि सश्चत प्रियाणि
Thus they say, and listen, Indra: you alone distribute and surpass all in gifts; your many aids contend with each other, and for us, may you join together all that is good and dear.
एवा वसिष्ठ इन्द्रमूतये नॄन्कृष्टीनां वृषभं सुते गृणाति । सहस्रिण उप नो माहि वाजान्यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
Thus Vasiṣṭha, for Indra's aid, praises the bull among men in the pressing; come to us with thousands, bring us the prizes—guard us always with your blessings.
इन्द्रं नरो नेमधिता हवन्ते यत्पार्या युनजते धियस्ताः । शूरो नृषाता शवसश्चकान आ गोमति व्रजे भजा त्वं नः
Men call upon Indra with their invocations, when they yoke their thoughts to the contest; O hero, giver of strength, grant us a share in the cattle-rich prize.
य इन्द्र शुष्मो मघवन्ते अस्ति शिक्षा सखिभ्यः पुरुहूत नृभ्यः । त्वं हि दृळ्हा मघवन्विचेता अपा वृधि परिवृतं न राधः
That strength of yours, Indra, belongs to the generous; grant it to your friends, O much-invoked, among men. For you are wise, O generous one, in breaking strongholds—increase for us the surrounding wealth.
इन्द्रो राजा जगतश्चर्षणीनामधि क्षमि विषुरूपं यदस्ति । ततो ददाति दाशुषे वसूनि चोदद्राध उपस्तुतश्चिदर्वाक्
Indra, king of peoples, rules over the world and all its varied forms; from there he gives treasures to the worshipper, and, even when praised from afar, he comes near, eager to grant gifts.
नू चिन्न इन्द्रो मघवा सहूती दानो वाजं नि यमते न ऊती । अनूना यस्य दक्षिणा पीपाय वामं नृभ्यो अभिवीता सखिभ्यः
Now indeed, Indra the generous, when invoked, never withholds strength or bounty; his gifts are never lacking, his right hand overflows with blessings for men and friends.
नू इन्द्र राये वरिवस्कृधी न आ ते मनो ववृत्याम मघाय । गोमदश्वावद्रथवद्व्यन्तो यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
Now, Indra, grant us wide wealth; may our minds turn to you for gifts; with cattle, horses, and chariots abounding, may you always protect us with well-being.
ब्रह्मा ण इन्द्रोप याहि विद्वानर्वाञ्चस्ते हरयः सन्तु युक्ताः । विश्वे चिद्धि त्वा विहवन्त मर्ता अस्माकमिच्छृणुहि विश्वमिन्व
O Indra, knower of prayer, come to us; let your steeds be harnessed and draw near; for all mortals call upon you—hear us, come to us with all your might.
हवं त इन्द्र महिमा व्यानड्ब्रह्म यत्पासि शवसिन्नृषीणाम् । आ यद्वज्रं दधिषे हस्त उग्र घोरः सन्क्रत्वा जनिष्ठा अषाळ्हः
Your greatness, Indra, is revealed when you accept our prayer; mighty one, you guard the prayers of men, and when you take the thunderbolt in your strong hand, you are born fierce, terrible, and unconquered.
तव प्रणीतीन्द्र जोहुवानान्सं यन्नॄन्न रोदसी निनेथ । महे क्षत्राय शवसे हि जज्ञेऽतूतुजिं चित्तूतुजिरशिश्नत्
By your guidance, Indra, those who call upon you are protected, for you uphold men and the two worlds; you are born for great power and strength, never to be overcome, never to be defeated.
एभिर्न इन्द्राहभिर्दशस्य दुर्मित्रासो हि क्षितयः पवन्ते । प्रति यच्चष्टे अनृतमनेना अव द्विता वरुणो मायी नः सात्
With these, Indra, delight in us today, for hostile peoples are cleansed away; when falsehood is spoken, Varuna, the wise, casts it down—may he not strike us.
वोचेमेदिन्द्रं मघवानमेनं महो रायो राधसो यद्ददन्नः । यो अर्चतो ब्रह्मकृतिमविष्ठो यूयं पात स्वस्तिभिः सदा नः
Let me proclaim this Indra, the generous one, who gives us great wealth and riches; he is present at the worship of the singer—may you always protect us with well-being.
अयं सोम इन्द्र तुभ्यं सुन्व आ तु प्र याहि हरिवस्तदोकाः । पिबा त्वस्य सुषुतस्य चारोर्ददो मघानि मघवन्नियानः
This Soma, Indra, is pressed for you; come here, O mighty one, to your dwelling; drink of this well-prepared, delightful Soma, and, generous one, grant us your gifts.
ब्रह्मन्वीर ब्रह्मकृतिं जुषाणोऽर्वाचीनो हरिभिर्याहि तूयम् । अस्मिन्नू षु सवने मादयस्वोप ब्रह्माणि शृणव इमा नः
O mighty Indra, delighting in the singer's work, come with your steeds, drawn near; rejoice in this very pressing, and listen to these our prayers.
का ते अस्त्यरंकृतिः सूक्तैः कदा नूनं ते मघवन्दाशेम । विश्वा मतीरा ततने त्वायाधा म इन्द्र शृणवो हवेमा
What is your pleasure in our hymns? When, O generous one, shall we truly serve you? All our thoughts are woven for you—may you, Indra, hear our call.
उतो घा ते पुरुष्या इदासन्येषां पूर्वेषामशृणोरृषीणाम् । अधाहं त्वा मघवञ्जोहवीमि त्वं न इन्द्रासि प्रमतिः पितेव
Indeed, you have heard the prayers of other men and of the ancient seers; therefore, O generous Indra, I call upon you—you are to us as a wise father.