तत्सु नो नव्यं सन्यस आदित्या यन्मुमोचति । बन्धाद्बद्धमिवादिते
That new release, O Ādityas, which you grant—like a bound one freed from bondage—may it be ours.
नास्माकमस्ति तत्तर आदित्यासो अतिष्कदे । यूयमस्मभ्यं मृळत
We have no power there, O Ādityas, to overstep; be gracious to us.
मा नो हेतिर्विवस्वत आदित्याः कृत्रिमा शरुः । पुरा नु जरसो वधीत्
Let not the weapon of Vivasvat, O Ādityas, nor the artificial arrow, strike us down before old age.
वि षु द्वेषो व्यंहतिमादित्यासो वि संहितम् । विष्वग्वि वृहता रपः
Dispel, O Ādityas, all hatred, all hostility, all enmity, and every great sin in every direction.
आ त्वा रथं यथोतये सुम्नाय वर्तयामसि । तुविकूर्मिमृतीषहमिन्द्र शविष्ठ सत्पते
To you we turn the chariot, as to a friend, for favor—Indra, most mighty, lord of the good, of strong frame and victorious might.
तुविशुष्म तुविक्रतो शचीवो विश्वया मते । आ पप्राथ महित्वना
Of great heat, of mighty deeds, endowed with power, by your universal wisdom you have spread forth in greatness.
यस्य ते महिना महः परि ज्मायन्तमीयतुः । हस्ता वज्रं हिरण्ययम्
By whose greatness, O mighty one, the two hands, bearing the golden thunderbolt, encircle the world.
विश्वानरस्य वस्पतिमनानतस्य शवसः । एवैश्च चर्षणीनामूती हुवे रथानाम्
Of Viśvānar, lord of wealth, unbowed in strength—of him and of the protectors of the people, I call the aid, the chariots.
अभिष्टये सदावृधं स्वर्मीळ्हेषु यं नरः । नाना हवन्त ऊतये
For prosperity, ever-growing, praised in songs, whom men invoke with various prayers for help.
परोमात्रमृचीषममिन्द्रमुग्रं सुराधसम् । ईशानं चिद्वसूनाम्
Surpassing measure, most powerful, Indra, fierce, bestower of riches, even the lord of treasures.
तंतमिद्राधसे मह इन्द्रं चोदामि पीतये । यः पूर्व्यामनुष्टुतिमीशे कृष्टीनां नृतुः
That Indra, mighty for aid, I urge to drink, who is master of ancient praise, leader of peoples.
न यस्य ते शवसान सख्यमानंश मर्त्यः । नकिः शवांसि ते नशत्
No mortal, O powerful one, can attain your friendship by strength; none can surpass your powers.
त्वोतासस्त्वा युजाप्सु सूर्ये महद्धनम् । जयेम पृत्सु वज्रिवः
By your help, yoked with you, in water, in sunlight, in great wealth, may we win battles, O wielder of the thunderbolt.
तं त्वा यज्ञेभिरीमहे तं गीर्भिर्गिर्वणस्तम । इन्द्र यथा चिदाविथ वाजेषु पुरुमाय्यम्
You we invoke with sacrifices, you with songs, O lover of hymns, Indra, as you have always aided in contests with abundant help.
यस्य ते स्वादु सख्यं स्वाद्वी प्रणीतिरद्रिवः । यज्ञो वितन्तसाय्यः
Sweet is your friendship, sweet your guidance, O stone-armed one; the sacrifice is spread for you to enjoy.
उरु णस्तन्वे तन उरु क्षयाय नस्कृधि । उरु णो यन्धि जीवसे
Make wide space for us, for our bodies, make wide room for our dwelling, make wide space for our living.
उरुं नृभ्य उरुं गव उरुं रथाय पन्थाम् । देववीतिं मनामहे
Wide for men, wide for cattle, wide for the chariot, may we find the path of the gods.
उप मा षड्द्वाद्वा नरः सोमस्य हर्ष्या । तिष्ठन्ति स्वादुरातयः
Come to me, O men, with the joy of Soma; let the sweet gifts stand ready.
ऋज्राविन्द्रोत आ ददे हरी ऋक्षस्य सूनवि । आश्वमेधस्य रोहिता
With straight reins, O Indra, I have yoked the two bay steeds to the son of Ṛkṣa, the red ones of the horse-sacrifice.
सुरथाँ आतिथिग्वे स्वभीशूँरार्क्षे । आश्वमेधे सुपेशसः
Splendid are they, O Ātithigva, with their own whips, shining at the horse-sacrifice, beautifully adorned.
षळश्वाँ आतिथिग्व इन्द्रोते वधूमतः । सचा पूतक्रतौ सनम्
Six horses, O Ātithigva, Indra gave to the one with wives, together with pure rites, as a lasting possession.
ऐषु चेतद्वृषण्वत्यन्तरृज्रेष्वरुषी । स्वभीशुः कशावती
Among these, in the virile ones, in the midst of the straight, the ruddy one, with her own whip, is like a lash.
न युष्मे वाजबन्धवो निनित्सुश्चन मर्त्यः । अवद्यमधि दीधरत्
No mortal, wishing to contend, can overcome you, companions of prize; let no blame rest upon you.
प्रप्र वस्त्रिष्टुभमिषं मन्दद्वीरायेन्दवे । धिया वो मेधसातये पुरंध्या विवासति
Send forth the hymn in Triṣṭubh meter for Indra, who delights in strength; with thought, Puramdhi calls you for the gaining of wisdom.
नदं व ओदतीनां नदं योयुवतीनाम् । पतिं वो अघ्न्यानां धेनूनामिषुध्यसि
You are the stream of the waters, the stream of young women, the lord of the unyoked cows, of the cows, you seek the offering.
ता अस्य सूददोहसः सोमं श्रीणन्ति पृश्नयः । जन्मन्देवानां विशस्त्रिष्वा रोचने दिवः
They, the spotted ones, who yield milk for him, prepare Soma, the mothers of the gods, in the three shining realms of heaven.
अभि प्र गोपतिं गिरेन्द्रमर्च यथा विदे । सूनुं सत्यस्य सत्पतिम्
Sing to the lord of cows, to Indra, as is fitting; to the son of truth, the true lord.
आ हरयः ससृज्रिरेऽरुषीरधि बर्हिषि । यत्राभि संनवामहे
The bays have been set in motion, the ruddy ones on the sacred grass, where we come together.
इन्द्राय गाव आशिरं दुदुह्रे वज्रिणे मधु । यत्सीमुपह्वरे विदत्
The cows have milked forth sweet drink for Indra, the wielder of the bolt, when he found it in the hidden place.
उद्यद्ब्रध्नस्य विष्टपं गृहमिन्द्रश्च गन्वहि । मध्वः पीत्वा सचेवहि त्रिः सप्त सख्युः पदे
Rise up to the dwelling of the shining one, O Indra, and go; having drunk the honey, be united in friendship at the three times seven steps of the companion.