अस्तावि मन्म पूर्व्यं ब्रह्मेन्द्राय वोचत । पूर्वीरृतस्य बृहतीरनूषत स्तोतुर्मेधा असृक्षत
The ancient hymn has been recited; let it be spoken for Indra. Many great praises of truth have been composed; the thoughts of the singer have flowed forth.
समिन्द्रो रायो बृहतीरधूनुत सं क्षोणी समु सूर्यम् । सं शुक्रासः शुचयः सं गवाशिरः सोमा इन्द्रममन्दिषुः
Indra has shaken forth abundant wealth; he has united the earth and the sun. The bright, pure, and strong ones, the heads of cattle, the Somas, have gladdened Indra.
उपमं त्वा मघोनां ज्येष्ठं च वृषभाणाम् । पूर्भित्तमं मघवन्निन्द्र गोविदमीशानं राय ईमहे
We invoke you, Indra, supreme among the generous, foremost among the mighty, best of the benefactors, knower of cattle, lord of wealth.
य आयुं कुत्समतिथिग्वमर्दयो वावृधानो दिवेदिवे । तं त्वा वयं हर्यश्वं शतक्रतुं वाजयन्तो हवामहे
You, who have increased the life of Kutsa, Atithigva, and others, day by day— we call you, Indra, tamer of horses, possessor of a hundred powers, with our praises.
आ नो विश्वेषां रसं मध्वः सिञ्चन्त्वद्रयः । ये परावति सुन्विरे जनेष्वा ये अर्वावतीन्दवः
Let the flowing streams pour the essence of sweetness for us— those pressed far away among peoples, and those pressed nearby, the drops of Soma.
विश्वा द्वेषांसि जहि चाव चा कृधि विश्वे सन्वन्त्वा वसु । शीष्टेषु चित्ते मदिरासो अंशवो यत्रा सोमस्य तृम्पसि
Destroy all hatreds, drive them away; let all the treasures come to us. Even among the chosen, the exhilarating portions are there where you, Indra, delight in Soma.
इन्द्र नेदीय एदिहि मितमेधाभिरूतिभिः । आ शंतम शंतमाभिरभिष्टिभिरा स्वापे स्वापिभिः
Indra, come nearer, approach with friendly thoughts and aids. With the most auspicious, with the most helpful, with the most restful, come to us.
आजितुरं सत्पतिं विश्वचर्षणिं कृधि प्रजास्वाभगम् । प्र सू तिरा शचीभिर्ये त उक्थिनः क्रतुं पुनत आनुषक्
Make us victorious, lord of the people, bring us offspring and wealth. Let those who praise you with hymns purify their strength with your powers.
यस्ते साधिष्ठोऽवसे ते स्याम भरेषु ते । वयं होत्राभिरुत देवहूतिभिः ससवांसो मनामहे
May we be those who are nearest to your help, in your battles. With our offerings and divine invocations, we seek to win your favor.
अहं हि ते हरिवो ब्रह्म वाजयुराजिं यामि सदोतिभिः । त्वामिदेव तममे समश्वयुर्गव्युरग्रे मथीनाम्
For I, O Indra, eager for strength, always go to the contest with praises. I seek you, O god, as the tamer of darkness, the tamer of horses, the foremost among the eager.
एतत्त इन्द्र वीर्यं गीर्भिर्गृणन्ति कारवः । ते स्तोभन्त ऊर्जमावन्घृतश्चुतं पौरासो नक्षन्धीतिभिः
This heroic deed of yours, Indra, the poets celebrate with songs. They praise you, bringer of strength, pouring forth clarified butter, the men of old honor you with their thoughts.
नक्षन्त इन्द्रमवसे सुकृत्यया येषां सुतेषु मन्दसे । यथा संवर्ते अमदो यथा कृश एवास्मे इन्द्र मत्स्व
They honor Indra for help, for good deeds, in whose pressings he delights; as you were joyful with Samvarana, as with Krisha, so delight in us, Indra.
आ नो विश्वे सजोषसो देवासो गन्तनोप नः । वसवो रुद्रा अवसे न आ गमञ्छृण्वन्तु मरुतो हवम्
May all the gods together come to us, may they approach us. May the Vasus and Rudras come for our aid, may the Maruts hear our call.
पूषा विष्णुर्हवनं मे सरस्वत्यवन्तु सप्त सिन्धवः । आपो वातः पर्वतासो वनस्पतिः शृणोतु पृथिवी हवम्
May Pūṣan, Viṣṇu, and Sarasvatī attend my invocation; may the seven rivers, the waters, the wind, the mountains, the lord of the forest, and the earth hear my call.
यदिन्द्र राधो अस्ति ते माघोनं मघवत्तम । तेन नो बोधि सधमाद्यो वृधे भगो दानाय वृत्रहन्
Whatever wealth, O Indra, you possess, most generous, best of the generous, with that, be mindful of us in the assembly; may Bhaga, the giver, increase our share for giving, O slayer of Vṛtra.
आजिपते नृपते त्वमिद्धि नो वाज आ वक्षि सुक्रतो । वीती होत्राभिरुत देववीतिभिः ससवांसो वि शृण्विरे
O lord of the contest, lord of men, lead us to strength, O wise one. With our offerings and divine invocations, may we, striving, be heard.
सन्ति ह्यर्य आशिष इन्द्र आयुर्जनानाम् । अस्मान्नक्षस्व मघवन्नुपावसे धुक्षस्व पिप्युषीमिषम्
Indeed, noble blessings exist, Indra, for the life of people. O generous one, grant them to us; pour forth nourishing food for the worshipper.
वयं त इन्द्र स्तोमेभिर्विधेम त्वमस्माकं शतक्रतो । महि स्थूरं शशयं राधो अह्रयं प्रस्कण्वाय नि तोशय
We offer you, Indra, our praises; you, wielder of the thunderbolt, are ours. Bestow great, abundant, and splendid wealth without delay; gladden Praskanva with it.
भूरीदिन्द्रस्य वीर्यं व्यख्यमभ्यायति । राधस्ते दस्यवे वृक
The many heroic deeds of Indra are proclaimed and approach us. Your wealth, O wolf, is for the enemy.
शतं श्वेतास उक्षणो दिवि तारो न रोचन्ते । मह्ना दिवं न तस्तभुः
A hundred white bulls shine in the sky like stars. By their greatness, they have not pressed down the heavens.
शतं वेणूञ्छतं शुनः शतं चर्माणि म्लातानि । शतं मे बल्बजस्तुका अरुषीणां चतुःशतम्
A hundred reeds, a hundred dogs, a hundred worn-out hides, a hundred tufts of wool, and four hundred reddish ones.
सुदेवा स्थ काण्वायना वयोवयो विचरन्तः । अश्वासो न चङ्क्रमत
The Kanva descendants are blessed, wandering from youth to youth. The horses do not tire.
आदित्साप्तस्य चर्किरन्नानूनस्य महि श्रवः । श्यावीरतिध्वसन्पथश्चक्षुषा चन संनशे
From the seven, they praised the fame of the abundant one. The dark ones, with dust-covered paths, are not lost even by sight.
प्रति ते दस्यवे वृक राधो अदर्श्यह्रयम् । द्यौर्न प्रथिना शवः
Against the enemy, O wolf, your wealth appeared, undiminished. Like the vast strength of the sky.
दश मह्यं पौतक्रतः सहस्रा दस्यवे वृकः । नित्याद्रायो अमंहत
Ten thousand, O Pūtakratu, for me; ten thousand, O wolf, for the enemy. The perpetual riches are unharmed.
शतं मे गर्दभानां शतमूर्णावतीनाम् । शतं दासाँ अति स्रजः
A hundred of my asses, a hundred of those with wool, a hundred slaves, and many garlands.
तत्रो अपि प्राणीयत पूतक्रतायै व्यक्ता । अश्वानामिन्न यूथ्याम्
There, indeed, it was breathed for Pūtakratu, clearly. Among the horses, in the herd.
अचेत्यग्निश्चिकितुर्हव्यवाट् स सुमद्रथः । अग्निः शुक्रेण शोचिषा बृहत्सूरो अरोचत दिवि सूर्यो अरोचत
Agni, the wise, the quick, the carrier of offerings, is well yoked to the chariot. Agni, with pure flame, shone brightly; the great sun shone in the sky, the sun shone.
युवं देवा क्रतुना पूर्व्येण युक्ता रथेन तविषं यजत्रा । आगच्छतं नासत्या शचीभिरिदं तृतीयं सवनं पिबाथः
You gods, yoked with ancient resolve and strength, come with your swift chariot, worthy of worship. Come, Nasatyas, with your powers; drink at this third pressing.
युवां देवास्त्रय एकादशासः सत्याः सत्यस्य ददृशे पुरस्तात् । अस्माकं यज्ञं सवनं जुषाणा पातं सोममश्विना दीद्यग्नी
You gods, three and eleven, true ones, have appeared before the truth. Accept our sacrifice and pressing, Ashvins; drink the Soma, shining ones.