अस्य वृष्णो व्योदन उरु क्रमिष्ट जीवसे । यवं न पश्व आ ददे
His, the mighty one’s, expanse is wide, to be traversed for life; like barley to cattle, he has given.
तद्दधाना अवस्यवो युष्माभिर्दक्षपितरः । स्याम मरुत्वतो वृधे
Holding that, the helpers, your wise fathers; may we be for the increase of the Marut-wielder.
बळृत्वियाय धाम्न ऋक्वभिः शूर नोनुमः । जेषामेन्द्र त्वया युजा
For the strength, for the abode, with the singers, O hero, we strive; may we conquer, Indra, with you as our ally.
अस्मे रुद्रा मेहना पर्वतासो वृत्रहत्ये भरहूतौ सजोषाः । यः शंसते स्तुवते धायि पज्र इन्द्रज्येष्ठा अस्माँ अवन्तु देवाः
May the Rudras, the Maruts, the mountains, united, aid us in the slaying of Vṛtra, in the call for battle; whoever praises and lauds, may he be protected, and may the gods, with Indra as chief, guard us.
उत्त्वा मन्दन्तु स्तोमाः कृणुष्व राधो अद्रिवः । अव ब्रह्मद्विषो जहि
May the hymns gladden you, doer of deeds; cast down the haters of prayer.
पदा पणीँरराधसो नि बाधस्व महाँ असि । नहि त्वा कश्चन प्रति
With your foot, drive away the avaricious Paṇis; you are great—no one can withstand you.
त्वमीशिषे सुतानामिन्द्र त्वमसुतानाम् । त्वं राजा जनानाम्
You are the lord of the pressed libations, Indra, you are also of the unpressed; you are the king of the people.
एहि प्रेहि क्षयो दिव्याघोषञ्चर्षणीनाम् । ओभे पृणासि रोदसी
Come, approach, master of the house, with the resounding cry of the people; you fill both heaven and earth.
त्यं चित्पर्वतं गिरिं शतवन्तं सहस्रिणम् । वि स्तोतृभ्यो रुरोजिथ
Even that mountain, the hill with a hundred and a thousand peaks, you have split apart for the singers.
वयमु त्वा दिवा सुते वयं नक्तं हवामहे । अस्माकं काममा पृण
We call upon you by day at the pressing, we call upon you by night; fulfill our desire for us.
क्व स्य वृषभो युवा तुविग्रीवो अनानतः । ब्रह्मा कस्तं सपर्यति
Where is that youthful bull, with mighty neck, unbending? Which priest worships him?
कस्य स्वित्सवनं वृषा जुजुष्वाँ अव गच्छति । इन्द्रं क उ स्विदा चके
To whose pressing does the bull, delighted, come down? Who indeed has fashioned Indra?
कं ते दाना असक्षत वृत्रहन्कं सुवीर्या । उक्थे क उ स्विदन्तमः
Who has achieved your gifts, O slayer of Vṛtra, who your great heroic deeds? Who is most devoted in hymn?
अयं ते मानुषे जने सोमः पूरुषु सूयते । तस्येहि प्र द्रवा पिब
This Soma is pressed for you among men, among the Pūrus; come, hasten here, drink of it.
अयं ते शर्यणावति सुषोमायामधि प्रियः । आर्जीकीये मदिन्तमः
This dear Soma for you is on the Śaryaṇāvat, most intoxicating on the Arjīkīya.
तमद्य राधसे महे चारुं मदाय घृष्वये । एहीमिन्द्र द्रवा पिब
This lovely, exhilarating, strong drink is today for your great bounty; come, Indra, hasten, drink.
यदिन्द्र प्रागपागुदङ्न्यग्वा हूयसे नृभिः । आ याहि तूयमाशुभिः
Whenever, Indra, you are invoked by men from east, west, or north, come here swiftly with your team.
यद्वा प्रस्रवणे दिवो मादयासे स्वर्णरे । यद्वा समुद्रे अन्धसः
Whether you rejoice at the outpouring of heaven, O bringer of light, or in the sea of the Soma drink—
आ त्वा गीर्भिर्महामुरुं हुवे गामिव भोजसे । इन्द्र सोमस्य पीतये
I call you with great, wide-ranging hymns, as one calls a cow for giving; Indra, for the drinking of Soma.
आ त इन्द्र महिमानं हरयो देव ते महः । रथे वहन्तु बिभ्रतः
Let your great steeds, O god Indra, bear your greatness, carrying it on the chariot.
इन्द्र गृणीष उ स्तुषे महाँ उग्र ईशानकृत् । एहि नः सुतं पिब
Indra, I praise and extol you, great, mighty, lordly in power; come, drink our pressed Soma.
सुतावन्तस्त्वा वयं प्रयस्वन्तो हवामहे । इदं नो बर्हिरासदे
We, with pressed Soma and eager devotion, call upon you; may this our seat be pleasing to you.
यच्चिद्धि शश्वतामसीन्द्र साधारणस्त्वम् । तं त्वा वयं हवामहे
For you are indeed always common to all, Indra; you are shared—so we call upon you.
इदं ते सोम्यं मध्वधुक्षन्नद्रिभिर्नरः । जुषाण इन्द्र तत्पिब
This sweet Soma, pressed by the stones, the men have milked for you; accepting it, Indra, drink.
विश्वाँ अर्यो विपश्चितोऽति ख्यस्तूयमा गहि । अस्मे धेहि श्रवो बृहत्
O wise and discerning one, come here, renowned among all men; grant us great fame.
दाता मे पृषतीनां राजा हिरण्यवीनाम् । मा देवा मघवा रिषत्
He is the giver of spotted cattle, the king of those with golden ornaments; may the generous god not harm us.
सहस्रे पृषतीनामधि श्चन्द्रं बृहत्पृथु । शुक्रं हिरण्यमा ददे
Over a thousand spotted cattle, I have bestowed bright, great, and broad shining gold.
नपातो दुर्गहस्य मे सहस्रेण सुराधसः । श्रवो देवेष्वक्रत
The offspring of the mighty fort, with a thousand gifts, has made me renowned among the gods.
तरोभिर्वो विदद्वसुमिन्द्रं सबाध ऊतये । बृहद्गायन्तः सुतसोमे अध्वरे हुवे भरं न कारिणम्
With your praises, seeking wealth, I call Indra for help, singing loudly at the soma-pressing ritual, summoning the generous one like a provider.
न यं दुध्रा वरन्ते न स्थिरा मुरो मदे सुशिप्रमन्धसः । य आदृत्या शशमानाय सुन्वते दाता जरित्र उक्थ्यम्
No greedy or stubborn one can restrain him, the swift and exhilarating one in the intoxication; he, the giver, is worthy of praise for the eager, for the one who presses soma.