इन्द्रस्याङ्गिरसां चेष्टौ विदत्सरमा तनयाय धासिम् । बृहस्पतिर्भिनदद्रिं विदद्गाः समुस्रियाभिर्वावशन्त नरः
In the striving of Indra and the Angirases, Sarama discovered the cattle for her offspring; Brihaspati split the rock, revealed the cows, and the men rejoiced with the dawns.
स सुष्टुभा स स्तुभा सप्त विप्रैः स्वरेणाद्रिं स्वर्यो नवग्वैः । सरण्युभिः फलिगमिन्द्र शक्र वलं रवेण दरयो दशग्वैः
With the Suṣṭubh and Stoma, with seven wise ones, with the sound, the strong one broke the rock with the nine singers; with the swift ones, O Indra, O mighty, you shattered Vala with the ten singers and your roar.
गृणानो अङ्गिरोभिर्दस्म वि वरुषसा सूर्येण गोभिरन्धः । वि भूम्या अप्रथय इन्द्र सानु दिवो रज उपरमस्तभायः
Praising with the Angirases, O wondrous one, you, with the Sun and the cows, dispelled the darkness; you spread out the earth's surface, O Indra, and held up the expanse of the sky to be unshaken.
तदु प्रयक्षतममस्य कर्म दस्मस्य चारुतममस्ति दंसः । उपह्वरे यदुपरा अपिन्वन्मध्वर्णसो नद्यश्चतस्रः
That most manifest deed of his is visible, the most beautiful of the wondrous one's powers; at the meeting place, the four rivers, rich in honey, overflowed.
द्विता वि वव्रे सनजा सनीळे अयास्य स्तवमानेभिरर्कैः । भगो न मेने परमे व्योमन्नधारयद्रोदसी सुदंसाः
Twice he opened the ancient, hidden enclosure with hymns sung by the eager ones; Bhaga did not consider in the highest heaven, but the mighty ones supported earth and sky.
सनाद्दिवं परि भूमा विरूपे पुनर्भुवा युवती स्वेभिरेवैः । कृष्णेभिरक्तोषा रुशद्भिर्वपुर्भिरा चरतो अन्यान्या
From ancient times, the vast earth and the diverse heavens have circled, ever renewed, with their own forms; the dawns, dark and red, move with shining and varied forms, each following the other.
सनेमि सख्यं स्वपस्यमानः सूनुर्दाधार शवसा सुदंसाः । आमासु चिद्दधिषे पक्वमन्तः पयः कृष्णासु रुशद्रोहिणीषु
The son, observing friendship from of old, upheld with might and wisdom; even among them you placed the ripe (milk), the milk in the black and the red, fertile ones.
सनात्सनीळा अवनीरवाता व्रता रक्षन्ते अमृताः सहोभिः । पुरू सहस्रा जनयो न पत्नीर्दुवस्यन्ति स्वसारो अह्रयाणम्
From ancient times, the lowlands and heights, the winds, the immortal ones, uphold the laws with their might; many thousands, like wives, the sisters, unwearied, honor the unaging one.
सनायुवो नमसा नव्यो अर्कैर्वसूयवो मतयो दस्म दद्रुः । पतिं न पत्नीरुशतीरुशन्तं स्पृशन्ति त्वा शवसावन्मनीषाः
From ancient times, the youthful ones, with reverence and new hymns, have approached the wondrous one, desiring wealth; like wives to a lord, the shining, radiant ones touch you with might and with thought.
सनादेव तव रायो गभस्तौ न क्षीयन्ते नोप दस्यन्ति दस्म । द्युमाँ असि क्रतुमाँ इन्द्र धीरः शिक्षा शचीवस्तव नः शचीभिः
From ancient times, O wondrous one, your riches in your hands do not diminish nor are they exhausted; you are resplendent, wise, O Indra, steadfast—grant us skill, like your own, with your powers.
सनायते गोतम इन्द्र नव्यमतक्षद्ब्रह्म हरियोजनाय । सुनीथाय नः शवसान नोधाः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात्
O Indra, the hymn of Gotama is renewed for you; may the prayer be fashioned for the tawny-yoked one. With your strength, O powerful one, guide us well; may the wise, generous one swiftly come to us at dawn.
त्वं महाँ इन्द्र यो ह शुष्मैर्द्यावा जज्ञानः पृथिवी अमे धाः । यद्ध ते विश्वा गिरयश्चिदभ्वा भिया दृळ्हासः किरणा नैजन्
You, O mighty Indra, by your powers, brought forth heaven and established the earth. When you, with your force, shattered even the mountains, the firm ones trembled in fear, as if loosened.
आ यद्धरी इन्द्र विव्रता वेरा ते वज्रं जरिता बाह्वोर्धात् । येनाविहर्यतक्रतो अमित्रान्पुर इष्णासि पुरुहूत पूर्वीः
When your two steeds, O Indra, are harnessed, the singer places the bolt in your hands. With it, O unconquered one, you, much-invoked, have destroyed many enemy fortresses.
त्वं सत्य इन्द्र धृष्णुरेतान्त्वमृभुक्षा नर्यस्त्वं षाट् । त्वं शुष्णं वृजने पृक्ष आणौ यूने कुत्साय द्युमते सचाहन्
You are true, O Indra, bold in your deeds; you are the enjoyer of offerings, the heroic one, the strong. You struck down Śuṣṇa in the field, and, young, you aided Kutsā, the shining one, in battle.
त्वं ह त्यदिन्द्र चोदीः सखा वृत्रं यद्वज्रिन्वृषकर्मन्नुभ्नाः । यद्ध शूर वृषमणः पराचैर्वि दस्यूँर्योनावकृतो वृथाषाट्
You indeed, O Indra, urged on by friends, O wielder of the bolt, mighty in action, struck down Vṛtra. O hero, when you, eager for battle, turned the Dasyus away, you scattered them like loosened chaff.
त्वं ह त्यदिन्द्रारिषण्यन्दृळ्हस्य चिन्मर्तानामजुष्टौ । व्यस्मदा काष्ठा अर्वते वर्घनेव वज्रिञ्छ्नथिह्यमित्रान्
You, O Indra, are the destroyer of the hostile, even of the strong among mortals who are not favored. You, O wielder of the bolt, have cut down our foes for us, as a woodcutter fells trees.
त्वां ह त्यदिन्द्रार्णसातौ स्वर्मीळ्हे नर आजा हवन्ते । तव स्वधाव इयमा समर्य ऊतिर्वाजेष्वतसाय्या भूत्
You, O Indra, are invoked by men in the contest for wealth, in the desire for glory. By your own power, may this aid be ours in the struggle, may your favor be unfailing in our battles.
त्वं ह त्यदिन्द्र सप्त युध्यन्पुरो वज्रिन्पुरुकुत्साय दर्दः । बर्हिर्न यत्सुदासे वृथा वर्गंहो राजन्वरिवः पूरवे कः
You, O Indra, when fighting, shattered seven fortresses for Purukutsa with your bolt. As you did for Sudās, you scattered the hostile band, O king, granting wide space for Pūru.
त्वं त्यां न इन्द्र देव चित्रामिषमापो न पीपयः परिज्मन् । यया शूर प्रत्यस्मभ्यं यंसि त्मनमूर्जं न विश्वध क्षरध्यै
You, O Indra, have filled these shining gifts for us, like waters, O god, in their course. With these, O hero, you protect us on all sides; may your strength, like nourishment, flow for our well-being.
अकारि त इन्द्र गोतमेभिर्ब्रह्माण्योक्ता नमसा हरिभ्याम् । सुपेशसं वाजमा भरा नः प्रातर्मक्षू धियावसुर्जगम्यात्
For you, O Indra, these hymns have been composed by the Gotamas, spoken with reverence for your steeds. Bring us splendid wealth; may the wise, generous one swiftly come to us at dawn.
वृष्णे शर्धाय सुमखाय वेधसे नोधः सुवृक्तिं प्र भरा मरुद्भ्यः । अपो न धीरो मनसा सुहस्त्यो गिरः समञ्जे विदथेष्वाभुवः
For the strong host, for the gracious, skillful one, let the inspired one offer a noble hymn to the Maruts. Like waters, the wise one, with good hands, arranges the songs, manifest in the assemblies.
ते जज्ञिरे दिव ऋष्वास उक्षणो रुद्रस्य मर्या असुरा अरेपसः । पावकासः शुचयः सूर्या इव सत्वानो न द्रप्सिनो घोरवर्पसः
They were born lofty from the sky, the vigorous sons of Rudra, divine, unblemished, mighty. Bright, pure as the sun, steadfast in strength, they are swift as drops, fearsome in appearance.
युवानो रुद्रा अजरा अभोग्घनो ववक्षुरध्रिगावः पर्वता इव । दृळ्हा चिद्विश्वा भुवनानि पार्थिवा प्र च्यावयन्ति दिव्यानि मज्मना
Young, O Rudras, undying, unaging, you have grown, free from harm, like mountains. Even the firm realms of earth you shake, and by your might you stir the heavenly ones.
चित्रैरञ्जिभिर्वपुषे व्यञ्जते वक्षस्सु रुक्माँ अधि येतिरे शुभे । अंसेष्वेषां नि मिमृक्षुरृष्टयः साकं जज्ञिरे स्वधया दिवो नरः
With brilliant adornments they display their splendor; on their chests, shining ornaments are set in beauty. On their shoulders, their weapons are fastened; together, by their own power, these men were born from the sky.
ईशानकृतो धुनयो रिशादसो वातान्विद्युतस्तविषीभिरक्रत । दुहन्त्यूधर्दिव्यानि धूतयो भूमिं पिन्वन्ति पयसा परिज्रयः
Created by the Lord, the roaring, beneficent ones, like winds and flashes of lightning, have grown strong. Their streams, heavenly, pour forth; their showers fill the earth with nourishing waters.
पिन्वन्त्यपो मरुतः सुदानवः पयो घृतवद्विदथेष्वाभुवः । अत्यं न मिहे वि नयन्ति वाजिनमुत्सं दुहन्ति स्तनयन्तमक्षितम्
The Maruts, generous givers, pour out waters, rich in ghee, manifest in the assemblies. Like racers in the rain, they lead the swift horse; they milk the inexhaustible udder, thundering.
महिषासो मायिनश्चित्रभानवो गिरयो न स्वतवसो रघुष्यदः । मृगा इव हस्तिनः खादथा वना यदारुणीषु तविषीरयुग्ध्वम्
Mighty as buffaloes, skilled in magic, shining in brilliance, they are like mountains, self-sustaining, swift to aid. Like wild beasts, elephants, they devour the woods when, in their redness, they harness their power.
सिंहा इव नानदति प्रचेतसः पिशा इव सुपिशो विश्ववेदसः । क्षपो जिन्वन्तः पृषतीभिरृष्टिभिः समित्सबाधः शवसाहिमन्यवः
Like lions, the wise ones roar; like spotted ones, most spotted, all-knowing. They quicken the nights with their speckled spears, overcoming the foe in battle, mighty in strength and spirit.
रोदसी आ वदता गणश्रियो नृषाचः शूराः शवसाहिमन्यवः । आ वन्धुरेष्वमतिर्न दर्शता विद्युन्न तस्थौ मरुतो रथेषु वः
O Maruts, speak forth, you who are renowned among hosts, heroic men with indomitable strength; your radiance is manifest in your chariots, like lightning that stands revealed, and your thought is evident among your teams.
विश्ववेदसो रयिभिः समोकसः सम्मिश्लासस्तविषीभिर्विरप्शिनः । अस्तार इषुं दधिरे गभस्त्योरनन्तशुष्मा वृषखादयो नरः
All-knowing, dwelling together with riches, united in will, mighty and shining, the men have set their arrow upon the bowstring; with unending power, the bull-like ones, the men, are ready.