स त्वमस्मदप द्विषो युयोधि जातवेदः । अदेवीरग्ने अरातीः
So you, O Jātavedas, drive away our enemies; O Agni, repel the godless hostilities.
अन्ति चित्सन्तमह यज्ञं मर्तस्य रिपोः । नोप वेषि जातवेदः
Even when you are near, you do not carry the sacrifice of the mortal enemy, O Jātavedas.
मर्ता अमर्त्यस्य ते भूरि नाम मनामहे । विप्रासो जातवेदसः
Mortals honor your many names, O immortal; the wise ones of Jātavedas.
विप्रं विप्रासोऽवसे देवं मर्तास ऊतये । अग्निं गीर्भिर्हवामहे
The wise call upon the wise for help, mortals for aid; we invoke Agni, the god, with songs.
आ ते वत्सो मनो यमत्परमाच्चित्सधस्थात् । अग्ने त्वांकामया गिरा
To you, O Agni, my mind, like a calf, has come from the highest seat of thought; with my voice I desire you.
पुरुत्रा हि सदृङ्ङसि विशो विश्वा अनु प्रभुः । समत्सु त्वा हवामहे
For you are truly friendly in many places, ruling over all peoples; in battles we call upon you.
समत्स्वग्निमवसे वाजयन्तो हवामहे । वाजेषु चित्रराधसम्
In battles, seeking aid, we call upon Agni, the bestower of strength, who grants splendid riches in contests.
प्रत्नो हि कमीड्यो अध्वरेषु सनाच्च होता नव्यश्च सत्सि । स्वां चाग्ने तन्वं पिप्रयस्वास्मभ्यं च सौभगमा यजस्व
Ancient and worthy of praise are you at the sacrifices, both old and ever new as Hotar; O Agni, fulfill your own nature and grant us good fortune.
य इन्द्र सोमपातमो मदः शविष्ठ चेतति । येना हंसि न्यत्रिणं तमीमहे
That exhilarating draught, O Indra, most powerful, stirs you; with it you strike down the restrainer, and for that we seek you.
येना दशग्वमध्रिगुं वेपयन्तं स्वर्णरम् । येना समुद्रमाविथा तमीमहे
With it you shook the ten-headed, the Adhrigu, the trembling one, the singer of sweet songs; with it you reached the ocean, and for that we seek you.
येन सिन्धुं महीरपो रथाँ इव प्रचोदयः । पन्थामृतस्य यातवे तमीमहे
With it you set in motion the great rivers, like chariots, O Indra; to travel the path of truth, for that we seek you.
इमं स्तोममभिष्टये घृतं न पूतमद्रिवः । येना नु सद्य ओजसा ववक्षिथ
This praise, like clarified butter, purified, is for your favor, O stone-armed one; by which indeed you have quickly increased in strength.
इमं जुषस्व गिर्वणः समुद्र इव पिन्वते । इन्द्र विश्वाभिरूतिभिर्ववक्षिथ
Accept this hymn, O song-loving one, which flows like the ocean; O Indra, with all your aids you have increased in strength.
यो नो देवः परावतः सखित्वनाय मामहे । दिवो न वृष्टिं प्रथयन्ववक्षिथ
He, the god, whom we have invoked from afar for friendship, has spread rain from the sky, and you have increased in strength.
ववक्षुरस्य केतवो उत वज्रो गभस्त्योः । यत्सूर्यो न रोदसी अवर्धयत्
His rays have increased, and his thunderbolt in his hands; as the sun, he has expanded the two worlds.
यदि प्रवृद्ध सत्पते सहस्रं महिषाँ अघः । आदित्त इन्द्रियं महि प्र वावृधे
When, O lord of the good, the mighty, a thousand buffaloes grew strong, then your great power, O Indra, was truly increased.
इन्द्रः सूर्यस्य रश्मिभिर्न्यर्शसानमोषति । अग्निर्वनेव सासहिः प्र वावृधे
Indra, with the rays of the sun, has destroyed the hostile ones; Agni, like fire in the forest, has grown greatly in strength.
इयं त ऋत्वियावती धीतिरेति नवीयसी । सपर्यन्ती पुरुप्रिया मिमीत इत्
This hymn, accompanied by the seasons, comes forth, ever new; worshipping, beloved by many, it measures out praise.
गर्भो यज्ञस्य देवयुः क्रतुं पुनीत आनुषक् । स्तोमैरिन्द्रस्य वावृधे मिमीत इत्
The embryo of sacrifice, divine, purifies the will continually; with hymns, the praise of Indra is measured out.
सनिर्मित्रस्य पप्रथ इन्द्रः सोमस्य पीतये । प्राची वाशीव सुन्वते मिमीत इत्
Indra, friendless, has spread wide for the drinking of Soma; like a craftsman for the presser, he measures out the eastward space.
यं विप्रा उक्थवाहसोऽभिप्रमन्दुरायवः । घृतं न पिप्य आसन्यृतस्य यत्
Whom the inspired ones, bearers of hymns, have gladdened, the swift ones; like clarified butter, they have flowed, where truth is.
उत स्वराजे अदिति स्तोममिन्द्राय जीजनत् । पुरुप्रशस्तमूतय ऋतस्य यत्
And Aditi, sovereign of the sun, has produced a hymn for Indra; many-praised are the aids where truth is.
अभि वह्नय ऊतयेऽनूषत प्रशस्तये । न देव विव्रता हरी ऋतस्य यत्
They have invoked the Fire for help, for praise; the divine steeds of truth are not turned aside.
यत्सोममिन्द्र विष्णवि यद्वा घ त्रित आप्त्ये । यद्वा मरुत्सु मन्दसे समिन्दुभिः
Whether, Indra, you delighted in Soma with Vishnu, or perhaps with Trita Āptya, or with the Maruts in joy together with the drops—
यद्वा शक्र परावति समुद्रे अधि मन्दसे । अस्माकमित्सुते रणा समिन्दुभिः
Or, O Shakra, when you rejoiced on the distant ocean, may you, with those drops, be our ally in battle.
यद्वासि सुन्वतो वृधो यजमानस्य सत्पते । उक्थे वा यस्य रण्यसि समिन्दुभिः
Or, mighty one, when you are the strength of the pressing priest, O lord of the good, or when you delight in his hymn with the drops—
देवंदेवं वोऽवस इन्द्रमिन्द्रं गृणीषणि । अधा यज्ञाय तुर्वणे व्यानशुः
To each god, to Indra for help, I will sing; then they have made the sacrifice ready for Turvaṇa.
यज्ञेभिर्यज्ञवाहसं सोमेभिः सोमपातमम् । होत्राभिरिन्द्रं वावृधुर्व्यानशुः
With sacrifices bearing sacrifice, with Somas for the drinker of Soma, they have magnified Indra with offerings.
महीरस्य प्रणीतयः पूर्वीरुत प्रशस्तयः । विश्वा वसूनि दाशुषे व्यानशुः
Great are his guidances, and many his praises; all treasures they have bestowed on the worshipper.
इन्द्रं वृत्राय हन्तवे देवासो दधिरे पुरः । इन्द्रं वाणीरनूषता समोजसे
For the slaying of Vṛtra, the gods placed Indra in the forefront; the singers have invoked Indra for strength.