वया इदग्ने अग्नयस्ते अन्ये त्वे विश्वे अमृता मादयन्ते । वैश्वानर नाभिरसि क्षितीनां स्थूणेव जनाँ उपमिद्ययन्थ
By you, O Agni, other fires rejoice; all the immortals delight in you. Vaiśvānara, you are the navel of the peoples; like a pillar, you are honored among the tribes.
मूर्धा दिवो नाभिरग्निः पृथिव्या अथाभवदरती रोदस्योः । तं त्वा देवासोऽजनयन्त देवं वैश्वानर ज्योतिरिदार्याय
Agni is the crown of heaven, the navel of earth; thus he became the delight of the two worlds. The gods created you, O Vaiśvānara, as a divine light for the Arya.
आ सूर्ये न रश्मयो ध्रुवासो वैश्वानरे दधिरेऽग्ना वसूनि । या पर्वतेष्वोषधीष्वप्सु या मानुषेष्वसि तस्य राजा
Like the rays of the sun, steadfast, the treasures are placed in Vaiśvānara Agni. Those that are in the mountains, in the plants, in the waters, those among men—he is their king.
बृहती इव सूनवे रोदसी गिरो होता मनुष्यो न दक्षः । स्वर्वते सत्यशुष्माय पूर्वीर्वैश्वानराय नृतमाय यह्वीः
Like the great ones, the two worlds sing to the son; the human priest, skilled as Dakṣa. With true strength, they praise Vaiśvānara, the best among men, with ancient hymns.
दिवश्चित्ते बृहतो जातवेदो वैश्वानर प्र रिरिचे महित्वम् । राजा कृष्टीनामसि मानुषीणां युधा देवेभ्यो वरिवश्चकर्थ
O Jātavedas, Vaiśvānara, your greatness has expanded from the lofty heaven; you are king of peoples, of humankind, and in battle you have made a path for the gods.
प्र नू महित्वं वृषभस्य वोचं यं पूरवो वृत्रहणं सचन्ते । वैश्वानरो दस्युमग्निर्जघन्वाँ अधूनोत्काष्ठा अव शम्बरं भेत्
Now I will proclaim the greatness of the Bull, whom the Purus follow, the slayer of Vṛtra; Vaiśvānara Agni, striking down the foe, has shaken the woods and split open Śambara's stronghold.
वैश्वानरो महिम्ना विश्वकृष्टिर्भरद्वाजेषु यजतो विभावा । शातवनेये शतिनीभिरग्निः पुरुणीथे जरते सूनृतावान्
Vaiśvānara, by his greatness, is manifest among all peoples; among the Bharadvājas, the worshippers, he shines forth; in the house of Śātavaneya, with his sharp flames, Agni, rich in praise, grows strong in many abodes.
वह्निं यशसं विदथस्य केतुं सुप्राव्यं दूतं सद्योअर्थम् । द्विजन्मानं रयिमिव प्रशस्तं रातिं भरद्भृगवे मातरिश्वा
The resplendent Agni, the banner of the assembly, the well-guiding envoy, swiftly to be sought, the twice-born, the renowned wealth, the gift that Mātariśvan brought to Bhṛgu.
अस्य शासुरुभयासः सचन्ते हविष्मन्त उशिजो ये च मर्ताः । दिवश्चित्पूर्वो न्यसादि होतापृच्छ्यो विश्पतिर्विक्षु वेधाः
To him both rulers and subjects resort, those with offerings, the Uśijs and mortals; even from heaven he was the first to be established as Hotar, to be questioned, lord of the clans, the wise one among the tribes.
तं नव्यसी हृद आ जायमानमस्मत्सुकीर्तिर्मधुजिह्वमश्याः । यमृत्विजो वृजने मानुषासः प्रयस्वन्त आयवो जीजनन्त
May we, with new praise, approach him who is born in our hearts, whose tongue is sweet, whose fame is ours; whom the priests, the active men, have generated among the people, striving with zeal.
उशिक्पावको वसुर्मानुषेषु वरेण्यो होताधायि विक्षु । दमूना गृहपतिर्दम आँ अग्निर्भुवद्रयिपती रयीणाम्
The pure, shining Agni, the treasure-giver among men, the most excellent Hotar, has been established among the tribes; the householder, lord of the home, may Agni be the master of riches for the wealthy.
तं त्वा वयं पतिमग्ने रयीणां प्र शंसामो मतिभिर्गोतमासः । आशुं न वाजम्भरं मर्जयन्तः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात्
You, Agni, lord of riches, we, the Gotamas, praise with our thoughts; swift, bringing the prize, may you come quickly with wisdom, O beneficent one, at dawn.
अस्मा इदु प्र तवसे तुराय प्रयो न हर्मि स्तोमं माहिनाय । ऋचीषमायाध्रिगव ओहमिन्द्राय ब्रह्माणि राततमा
To him, the mighty, the strong, I offer this praise, like a gift, for his greatness; may the inspired ones, the Adhrigavas, send forth hymns for Indra, the most generous.
अस्मा इदु प्रय इव प्र यंसि भराम्याङ्गूषं बाधे सुवृक्ति । इन्द्राय हृदा मनसा मनीषा प्रत्नाय पत्ये धियो मर्जयन्त
To him, like a gift, I bring these praises, raising my voice with abundant song; for Indra, with heart, mind, and thought, the ancient lord, may our prayers be adorned.
अस्मा इदु त्यमुपमं स्वर्षां भराम्याङ्गूषमास्येन । मंहिष्ठमच्छोक्तिभिर्मतीनां सुवृक्तिभिः सूरिं वावृधध्यै
To him, I bring this most excellent, radiant praise with my mouth; with the greatest words of the wise, with splendid hymns, let us magnify the generous one.
अस्मा इदु स्तोमं सं हिनोमि रथं न तष्टेव तत्सिनाय । गिरश्च गिर्वाहसे सुवृक्तीन्द्राय विश्वमिन्वं मेधिराय
To him, I join this hymn, as a craftsman fits a chariot for the journey; songs for the song-loving, splendid Indra, for the wise one, for all to hear.
अस्मा इदु सप्तिमिव श्रवस्येन्द्रायार्कं जुह्वा समञ्जे । वीरं दानौकसं वन्दध्यै पुरां गूर्तश्रवसं दर्माणम्
To him, like a victorious troop, I set forth the hymn for Indra with my voice; to honor the heroic, bountiful one, the ancient, famed for his deeds, the upholder of law.
अस्मा इदु त्वष्टा तक्षद्वज्रं स्वपस्तमं स्वर्यं रणाय । वृत्रस्य चिद्विदद्येन मर्म तुजन्नीशानस्तुजता कियेधाः
For him, Tvaṣṭṛ fashioned the thunderbolt, most skillful, fit for glory and battle; with it, he struck even at the vital spot of Vṛtra, the mighty, shattering the stronghold with his weapon.
अस्येदु मातुः सवनेषु सद्यो महः पितुं पपिवाञ्चार्वन्ना । मुषायद्विष्णुः पचतं सहीयान्विध्यद्वराहं तिरो अद्रिमस्ता
At his mother's pressing, he drank at once the strength of his father; swift, Vishnu aided, the stronger one cooked the offering, and he pierced the boar that hid the mountain.
अस्मा इदु ग्नाश्चिद्देवपत्नीरिन्द्रायार्कमहिहत्य ऊवुः । परि द्यावापृथिवी जभ्र उर्वी नास्य ते महिमानं परि ष्टः
For him, even the goddesses, the wives of the gods, sang the hymn for Indra after his great deed; the broad heavens and earth embraced him, yet his greatness was not contained.
अस्येदेव प्र रिरिचे महित्वं दिवस्पृथिव्याः पर्यन्तरिक्षात् । स्वराळिन्द्रो दम आ विश्वगूर्तः स्वरिरमत्रो ववक्षे रणाय
Of him alone the greatness spread forth from heaven, earth, and the midspace; Indra, famed in all abodes, took up his strength for battle, shining for victory.
अस्येदेव शवसा शुषन्तं वि वृश्चद्वज्रेण वृत्रमिन्द्रः । गा न व्राणा अवनीरमुञ्चदभि श्रवो दावने सचेताः
By his might, Indra with his thunderbolt cut apart the withering Vṛtra; like cows, he released the imprisoned waters, and, mindful, he won glory for the eager one.
अस्येदु त्वेषसा रन्त सिन्धवः परि यद्वज्रेण सीमयच्छत् । ईशानकृद्दाशुषे दशस्यन्तुर्वीतये गाधं तुर्वणिः कः
Indeed, at his mighty roar, the rivers delight, when with the thunderbolt he confines their courses; the lord, granting favor to the eager one, bestows abundance—Turvani, the swift, for the generous.
अस्मा इदु प्र भरा तूतुजानो वृत्राय वज्रमीशानः कियेधाः । गोर्न पर्व वि रदा तिरश्चेष्यन्नर्णांस्यपां चरध्यै
For him, indeed, bring forth the thunderbolt, O eager one, for slaying the foe, O lord, in many ways; with the edge of the goad, split the ridges, drive apart the waters, so that the floods may flow for our dwelling.
अस्येदु प्र ब्रूहि पूर्व्याणि तुरस्य कर्माणि नव्य उक्थैः । युधे यदिष्णान आयुधान्यृघायमाणो निरिणाति शत्रून्
Of him, indeed, speak forth the ancient deeds, the mighty acts of the powerful one, with new hymns; when, armed for battle, he takes up his weapons, fiercely striving, he scatters the enemies.
अस्येदु भिया गिरयश्च दृळ्हा द्यावा च भूमा जनुषस्तुजेते । उपो वेनस्य जोगुवान ओणिं सद्यो भुवद्वीर्याय नोधाः
At his terror, indeed, the firm mountains and the vast heavens and earth tremble at his birth; approaching the seat of the wise one, the inspired poet at once becomes endowed with strength.
अस्मा इदु त्यदनु दाय्येषामेको यद्वव्ने भूरेरीशानः । प्रैतशं सूर्ये पस्पृधानं सौवश्व्ये सुष्विमावदिन्द्रः
For him, indeed, that is to be followed among the worthy, when alone in the forest, the lord of abundance; Indra, striving with the Sun for the prize, has gained the swift horses of Suvaśva.
एवा ते हारियोजना सुवृक्तीन्द्र ब्रह्माणि गोतमासो अक्रन् । ऐषु विश्वपेशसं धियं धाः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात्
Thus, for you, O Indra, the Harijanas, the Gotamas, have composed splendid hymns; upon these, place all-encompassing insight—may the wise one come swiftly at dawn with understanding.
प्र मन्महे शवसानाय शूषमाङ्गूषं गिर्वणसे अङ्गिरस्वत् । सुवृक्तिभि स्तुवत ऋग्मियायार्चामार्कं नरे विश्रुताय
We offer our hymn to the mighty, the strong, a song of praise to the singer, the descendant of Angiras; with well-formed verses, let us praise the ancient, let us sing a hymn to the renowned hero.
प्र वो महे महि नमो भरध्वमाङ्गूष्यं शवसानाय साम । येना नः पूर्वे पितरः पदज्ञा अर्चन्तो अङ्गिरसो गा अविन्दन्
Bring your great homage to the mighty, offer your song of praise to the powerful one; by this, our forefathers, the Angirases, knowing the path, found the cows through their hymns.