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.
महान्तं महिना वयं स्तोमेभिर्हवनश्रुतम् । अर्कैरभि प्र णोनुमः समोजसे
We, with hymns, praise the mighty one, renowned for greatness, who hears the call, with songs for strength.
न यं विविक्तो रोदसी नान्तरिक्षाणि वज्रिणम् । अमादिदस्य तित्विषे समोजसः
Neither the separated heavens and earth nor the spaces can contain the wielder of the bolt, in his impetuous might.
यदिन्द्र पृतनाज्ये देवास्त्वा दधिरे पुरः । आदित्ते हर्यता हरी ववक्षतुः
When, Indra, in the battle, the gods placed you in the forefront, then your two bay steeds carried you onward.
यदा वृत्रं नदीवृतं शवसा वज्रिन्नवधीः । आदित्ते हर्यता हरी ववक्षतुः
When, O wielder of the bolt, you slew the obstructing Vṛtra with your power, then your two bay steeds carried you onward.
यदा ते विष्णुरोजसा त्रीणि पदा विचक्रमे । आदित्ते हर्यता हरी ववक्षतुः
When Vishnu, with his strength, strode out the three steps for you, then your two bay steeds carried you onward.
यदा ते हर्यता हरी वावृधाते दिवेदिवे । आदित्ते विश्वा भुवनानि येमिरे
When your two bay steeds grew strong for you, day by day, then all the worlds submitted to you.
यदा ते मारुतीर्विशस्तुभ्यमिन्द्र नियेमिरे । आदित्ते विश्वा भुवनानि येमिरे
When the Marut hosts were yoked for you, Indra, then all the worlds submitted to you.
यदा सूर्यममुं दिवि शुक्रं ज्योतिरधारयः । आदित्ते विश्वा भुवनानि येमिरे
When you established the shining sun as light in the sky, then all the worlds submitted to you.
इमां त इन्द्र सुष्टुतिं विप्र इयर्ति धीतिभिः । जामिं पदेव पिप्रतीं प्राध्वरे
This excellent praise, O Indra, the inspired one raises for you with his thoughts, like a kinsman seeking favor at the sacrifice.
यदस्य धामनि प्रिये समीचीनासो अस्वरन् । नाभा यज्ञस्य दोहना प्राध्वरे
When, in his beloved abode, they sang in harmony for him, at the navel of the sacrifice, the milkers at the rite.
सुवीर्यं स्वश्व्यं सुगव्यमिन्द्र दद्धि नः । होतेव पूर्वचित्तये प्राध्वरे
O Indra, grant us heroic strength, fine horses, and good cattle, as the Hotṛ does for those who have gone before, at the sacrifice.
इन्द्रः सुतेषु सोमेषु क्रतुं पुनीत उक्थ्यम् । विदे वृधस्य दक्षसो महान्हि षः
Indra, in the pressed Somas, purifies his power and his praise; he is great indeed, possessing the wisdom of the mighty.
स प्रथमे व्योमनि देवानां सदने वृधः । सुपारः सुश्रवस्तमः समप्सुजित्
He, the ancient one, in the first heaven, in the seat of the gods, is mighty, most skillful, most renowned, victorious in battles.
तमह्वे वाजसातय इन्द्रं भराय शुष्मिणम् । भवा नः सुम्ने अन्तमः सखा वृधे
We call that Indra, full of might, to win the prize; be for us, O friend, most gracious and supportive.
इयं त इन्द्र गिर्वणो रातिः क्षरति सुन्वतः । मन्दानो अस्य बर्हिषो वि राजसि
This bounty of yours, O Indra, lover of song, flows to the one who presses the Soma; delighting in this seat, you shine forth.
नूनं तदिन्द्र दद्धि नो यत्त्वा सुन्वन्त ईमहे । रयिं नश्चित्रमा भरा स्वर्विदम्
Now, O Indra, grant us that which we, the Soma-pressers, seek from you; bring us splendid wealth, full of light.
स्तोता यत्ते विचर्षणिरतिप्रशर्धयद्गिरः । वया इवानु रोहते जुषन्त यत्
The praiser, wise among men, exalts you with his songs; as birds follow their mother, so they seek your favor.
प्रत्नवज्जनया गिरः शृणुधी जरितुर्हवम् । मदेमदे ववक्षिथा सुकृत्वने
Hear, as of old, the songs of the singer, listen to the call of the worshipper; may you, rejoicing, increase the doer of good.
क्रीळन्त्यस्य सूनृता आपो न प्रवता यतीः । अया धिया य उच्यते पतिर्दिवः
His gracious gifts play like waters rushing down a slope; with this thought, he is called the Lord of Heaven.
उतो पतिर्य उच्यते कृष्टीनामेक इद्वशी । नमोवृधैरवस्युभिः सुते रण
And he who is called the Lord of peoples, the sole master, is invoked with reverence and prayers at the Soma pressing.