मा नो निदे च वक्तवेऽर्यो रन्धीरराव्णे । त्वे अपि क्रतुर्मम
Let not the hostile one, skilled in speech, overpower us in assembly; in you alone is my resolve.
त्वं वर्मासि सप्रथः पुरोयोधश्च वृत्रहन् । त्वया प्रति ब्रुवे युजा
You are our broad shield, the foremost in battle, O slayer of Vṛtra; with you as ally, I speak forth.
महाँ उतासि यस्य तेऽनु स्वधावरी सहः । मम्नाते इन्द्र रोदसी
Great indeed are you, and whose inherent power is with you; by your might, O Indra, heaven and earth are measured.
तं त्वा मरुत्वती परि भुवद्वाणी सयावरी । नक्षमाणा सह द्युभिः
You, whom the Marut host surrounds, the resounding one, accompanied by the strong, not to be withstood, with the shining ones.
ऊर्ध्वासस्त्वान्विन्दवो भुवन्दस्ममुप द्यवि । सं ते नमन्त कृष्टयः
The upright ones, O Indra, have found you; at dawn they come near; the peoples bow down to you.
प्र वो महे महिवृधे भरध्वं प्रचेतसे प्र सुमतिं कृणुध्वम् । विशः पूर्वीः प्र चरा चर्षणिप्राः
Bring forth your praise for the great, the increaser of greatness, the wise one; make your good will manifest; let the many clans advance, O leaders of men.
उरुव्यचसे महिने सुवृक्तिमिन्द्राय ब्रह्म जनयन्त विप्राः । तस्य व्रतानि न मिनन्ति धीराः
The inspired ones generate splendid praise for Indra, the wide-ruling, the mighty; the steadfast do not transgress his ordinances.
इन्द्रं वाणीरनुत्तमन्युमेव सत्रा राजानं दधिरे सहध्यै । हर्यश्वाय बर्हया समापीन्
Voices have established Indra, the unconquerable in spirit, as king for united strength, for the tawny-steeded, with the sacred grass well arranged.
मो षु त्वा वाघतश्चनारे अस्मन्नि रीरमन् । आरात्ताच्चित्सधमादं न आ गहीह वा सन्नुप श्रुधि
Let not your worshippers ever weary of you; even from afar, come to our libation, or being near, listen to us.
इमे हि ते ब्रह्मकृतः सुते सचा मधौ न मक्ष आसते । इन्द्रे कामं जरितारो वसूयवो रथे न पादमा दधुः
For these hymns made for you, at the pressing of Soma, sit like bees on honey; the singers, desiring wealth, have placed their foot on Indra as on a chariot.
रायस्कामो वज्रहस्तं सुदक्षिणं पुत्रो न पितरं हुवे
Desiring riches, I call upon the mighty-handed, well-skilled Indra, as a son calls upon his father.
इम इन्द्राय सुन्विरे सोमासो दध्याशिरः । ताँ आ मदाय वज्रहस्त पीतये हरिभ्यां याह्योक आ
These Somas are pressed for Indra, with curdled milk; for intoxication and drinking, O wielder of the bolt, come homeward with your two bays.
श्रवच्छ्रुत्कर्ण ईयते वसूनां नू चिन्नो मर्धिषद्गिरः । सद्यश्चिद्यः सहस्राणि शता ददन्नकिर्दित्सन्तमा मिनत्
He is renowned, whose ears hear praise; now let not our songs be despised; even he who gives thousands and hundreds at once, let no one hinder the generous one.
स वीरो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रेण शूशुवे नृभिः । यस्ते गभीरा सवनानि वृत्रहन्सुनोत्या च धावति
That hero, unconquered, has shone with Indra among men; whose deep libations, O slayer of Vṛtra, you hasten to and drink.
भवा वरूथं मघवन्मघोनां यत्समजासि शर्धतः । वि त्वाहतस्य वेदनं भजेमह्या दूणाशो भरा गयम्
Become a shelter, O bountiful one, for the generous, as you join in their battle; may we share in the knowledge of the one you have struck down, and bring home the distant prize of life.
सुनोता सोमपाव्ने सोममिन्द्राय वज्रिणे । पचता पक्तीरवसे कृणुध्वमित्पृणन्नित्पृणते मयः
Press Soma for the drinker of Soma, for Indra the wielder of the bolt; cook the offerings for his help, prepare them, for he fills and fulfills with delight.
मा स्रेधत सोमिनो दक्षता महे कृणुध्वं राय आतुजे । तरणिरिज्जयति क्षेति पुष्यति न देवासः कवत्नवे
Do not falter, O Soma-pressers, act skillfully for great wealth; the swift one wins, prospers, and thrives—never do the gods favor the sluggish.
नकिः सुदासो रथं पर्यास न रीरमत् । इन्द्रो यस्याविता यस्य मरुतो गमत्स गोमति व्रजे
No one has turned aside Sudas' chariot, nor has he been restrained; Indra is his protector, the Maruts are his allies—may he reach the herd rich in cows.
गमद्वाजं वाजयन्निन्द्र मर्त्यो यस्य त्वमविता भुवः । अस्माकं बोध्यविता रथानामस्माकं शूर नृणाम्
May the mortal who strives for victory attain the prize, O Indra, when you are his protector; be our guardian, O hero, of our chariots, be our champion among men.
उदिन्न्वस्य रिच्यतेऽंशो धनं न जिग्युषः । य इन्द्रो हरिवान्न दभन्ति तं रिपो दक्षं दधाति सोमिनि
The portion of him who strives rises up, like wealth that cannot be conquered; whom Indra, the tawny-horsed, protects, his enemies do not harm—skill is granted to the Soma-presser.
मन्त्रमखर्वं सुधितं सुपेशसं दधात यज्ञियेष्वा । पूर्वीश्चन प्रसितयस्तरन्ति तं य इन्द्रे कर्मणा भुवत्
Set in the sacrifices a hymn unbroken, well-composed, and beautiful; even those who went before surpass him whom Indra supports by his deed.
कस्तमिन्द्र त्वावसुमा मर्त्यो दधर्षति । श्रद्धा इत्ते मघवन्पार्ये दिवि वाजी वाजं सिषासति
Who, O Indra, mighty with wealth, can overcome you? Faithfully, O bountiful one, the warrior seeks the prize in the farthest heaven.
मघोनः स्म वृत्रहत्येषु चोदय ये ददति प्रिया वसु । तव प्रणीती हर्यश्व सूरिभिर्विश्वा तरेम दुरिता
Urge on the generous in the slaying of Vritra, those who give dear wealth; by your guidance, O Indra of the tawny steeds, may we cross all hardships with the wise.
तवेदिन्द्रावमं वसु त्वं पुष्यसि मध्यमम् । सत्रा विश्वस्य परमस्य राजसि नकिष्ट्वा गोषु वृण्वते
Your wealth, O Indra, is the lowest, you increase the middle; together you rule over all the highest—no one withholds the cows from you.
त्वं विश्वस्य धनदा असि श्रुतो य ईं भवन्त्याजयः । तवायं विश्वः पुरुहूत पार्थिवोऽवस्युर्नाम भिक्षते
You are the famed giver of all wealth, to whom the victorious turn; to you, O much-invoked, the whole world of men comes seeking help.
यदिन्द्र यावतस्त्वमेतावदहमीशीय । स्तोतारमिद्दिधिषेय रदावसो न पापत्वाय रासीय
As much as you, O Indra, so much may I possess; may I, your praiser, desire your favor—do not grant your gift to the wicked.
शिक्षेयमिन्महयते दिवेदिवे राय आ कुहचिद्विदे । नहि त्वदन्यन्मघवन्न आप्यं वस्यो अस्ति पिता चन
I would learn this, O magnanimous one, day by day, where wealth is found; for apart from you, O bountiful one, there is no other source of riches, not even a father.
तरणिरित्सिषासति वाजं पुरंध्या युजा । आ व इन्द्रं पुरुहूतं नमे गिरा नेमिं तष्टेव सुद्र्वम्
The swift one seeks the prize with the help of Purandhi; I bow to Indra, much-invoked, with my song, as one shapes a well-made wheel.
न दुष्टुती मर्त्यो विन्दते वसु न स्रेधन्तं रयिर्नशत् । सुशक्तिरिन्मघवन्तुभ्यं मावते देष्णं यत्पार्ये दिवि
No man gains wealth by ill-praise, nor does fortune favor the slothful; may the bountiful one, strong in power, grant us a sure gift, as is fitting in the highest heaven.
अभि त्वा शूर नोनुमो ऽदुग्धा इव धेनवः । ईशानम् अस्य जगतः स्वर्दृशम् ईशानम् इन्द्र तस्थुषः
We approach you, O champion, as cows that have not been milked approach their master; O Indra, lord of this moving world and the steadfast, seer of the sunlit realm.