यस्या देवा उपस्थे व्रता विश्वे धारयन्ते । सूर्यामासा दृशे कम्
In whose lap the gods, all the laws, are upheld; the sun and the moon are seen.
तत्सु नो विश्वे अर्य आ सदा गृणन्ति कारवः । मरुतः सोमपीतये
May all the noble ones, always, sing that for us, O Maruts, for the drinking of Soma.
अस्ति सोमो अयं सुतः पिबन्त्यस्य मरुतः । उत स्वराजो अश्विना
Here is Soma, pressed and ready; the Maruts drink of it, and so do the Ashvins, sovereigns of light.
पिबन्ति मित्रो अर्यमा तना पूतस्य वरुणः । त्रिषधस्थस्य जावतः
Mitra, Aryaman, and Varuna drink of the purified Soma, swiftly from the triple seat.
उतो न्वस्य जोषमाँ इन्द्रः सुतस्य गोमतः । प्रातर्होतेव मत्सति
And Indra, too, delights in the taste of this pressed, cattle-rich Soma, like a priest at the morning offering.
कदत्विषन्त सूरयस्तिर आप इव स्रिधः । अर्षन्ति पूतदक्षसः
When, shining ones, will you come forth, rushing like waters that break through barriers, you of pure skill?
कद्वो अद्य महानां देवानामवो वृणे । त्मना च दस्मवर्चसाम्
Today I choose the favor of the great gods, and the strength of those of wondrous brilliance, by my own spirit.
आ ये विश्वा पार्थिवानि पप्रथन्रोचना दिवः । मरुतः सोमपीतये
You Maruts, who have spread across all the earthly realms and the shining spaces of the sky, come to drink Soma.
त्यान्नु पूतदक्षसो दिवो वो मरुतो हुवे । अस्य सोमस्य पीतये
You Maruts of pure skill, I call you down from heaven to drink of this Soma.
त्यान्नु ये वि रोदसी तस्तभुर्मरुतो हुवे । अस्य सोमस्य पीतये
Those Maruts who have upheld both heaven and earth, I call you to drink of this Soma.
त्यं नु मारुतं गणं गिरिष्ठां वृषणं हुवे । अस्य सोमस्य पीतये
That Marut host, strong and dwelling on the mountains, I call to drink of this Soma.
आ त्वा गिरो रथीरिवास्थुः सुतेषु गिर्वणः । अभि त्वा समनूषतेन्द्र वत्सं न मातरः
To you, Indra, the songs have come as charioteers to the pressed offerings; they have gathered around you as mothers around a calf.
आ त्वा शुक्रा अचुच्यवुः सुतास इन्द्र गिर्वणः । पिबा त्वस्यान्धस इन्द्र विश्वासु ते हितम्
To you, Indra, the bright, pressed Soma juices have flowed; drink of this libation, for in all things it is meant for you.
पिबा सोमं मदाय कमिन्द्र श्येनाभृतं सुतम् । त्वं हि शश्वतीनां पती राजा विशामसि
Drink the Soma for exhilaration, Indra, the pressed juice brought by the falcon; for you are the lord and king of all peoples.
श्रुधी हवं तिरश्च्या इन्द्र यस्त्वा सपर्यति । सुवीर्यस्य गोमतो रायस्पूर्धि महाँ असि
Hear the call, Indra, from afar, from the one who worships you; grant us the wealth of strength, cattle, and greatness, for you are mighty.
इन्द्र यस्ते नवीयसीं गिरं मन्द्रामजीजनत् । चिकित्विन्मनसं धियं प्रत्नामृतस्य पिप्युषीम्
Indra, to whom your newest, delightful song has been born, the wise thought, the ancient, ever-flowing inspiration of truth.
तमु ष्टवाम यं गिर इन्द्रमुक्थानि वावृधुः । पुरूण्यस्य पौंस्या सिषासन्तो वनामहे
Let us praise that Indra whom the hymns have strengthened; seeking his many heroic deeds, we strive to win his favor.
एतो न्विन्द्रं स्तवाम शुद्धं शुद्धेन साम्ना । शुद्धैरुक्थैर्वावृध्वांसं शुद्ध आशीर्वान्ममत्तु
Now let us praise Indra, pure, with pure song; may he, grown strong with pure hymns, drink the pure Soma.
इन्द्र शुद्धो न आ गहि शुद्धः शुद्धाभिरूतिभिः । शुद्धो रयिं नि धारय शुद्धो ममद्धि सोम्यः
Indra, pure one, come to us, pure, with pure aids; pure, grant us wealth, pure, drink the Soma.
इन्द्र शुद्धो हि नो रयिं शुद्धो रत्नानि दाशुषे । शुद्धो वृत्राणि जिघ्नसे शुद्धो वाजं सिषाससि
Indra, pure, grant us wealth, pure, give treasures to the worshipper; pure, you slay the foes, pure, you seek the prize.
अस्मा उषास आतिरन्त याममिन्द्राय नक्तमूर्म्याः सुवाचः । अस्मा आपो मातरः सप्त तस्थुर्नृभ्यस्तराय सिन्धवः सुपाराः
For him, the dawns have crossed the darkness of night, singing aloud for Indra; for him, the seven motherly waters have stood firm, the rivers, swift-flowing, to aid the hero.
अतिविद्धा विथुरेणा चिदस्त्रा त्रिः सप्त सानु संहिता गिरीणाम् । न तद्देवो न मर्त्यस्तुतुर्याद्यानि प्रवृद्धो वृषभश्चकार
Pierced through, even with a sharp weapon, three times seven peaks of the mountains were split; neither god nor mortal could withstand what the mighty bull has done.
इन्द्रस्य वज्र आयसो निमिश्ल इन्द्रस्य बाह्वोर्भूयिष्ठमोजः । शीर्षन्निन्द्रस्य क्रतवो निरेक आसन्नेषन्त श्रुत्या उपाके
Indra’s thunderbolt is iron, unyielding; the greatest strength is in Indra’s arms; Indra’s resolves are set in his head, and they come forth, eager for praise, attentive to the call.
मन्ये त्वा यज्ञियं यज्ञियानां मन्ये त्वा च्यवनमच्युतानाम् । मन्ये त्वा सत्वनामिन्द्र केतुं मन्ये त्वा वृषभं चर्षणीनाम्
I consider you the most worthy of worship among those to be worshipped; I consider you the shaker among the unshaken; I consider you, Indra, the sign among the strong; I consider you the bull among peoples.
आ यद्वज्रं बाह्वोरिन्द्र धत्से मदच्युतमहये हन्तवा उ । प्र पर्वता अनवन्त प्र गावः प्र ब्रह्माणो अभिनक्षन्त इन्द्रम्
When you, Indra, take the thunderbolt in your arms, driven by exhilaration to the battle, the mountains yield, the cows go forth, and the prayers reach Indra.
तमु ष्टवाम य इमा जजान विश्वा जातान्यवराण्यस्मात् । इन्द्रेण मित्रं दिधिषेम गीर्भिरुपो नमोभिर्वृषभं विशेम
Let us praise him who has created all these beings, the lesser and the greater; with Indra may we win Mitra’s friendship by our songs, and with reverence may we approach the bull.
वृत्रस्य त्वा श्वसथादीषमाणा विश्वे देवा अजहुर्ये सखायः । मरुद्भिरिन्द्र सख्यं ते अस्त्वथेमा विश्वाः पृतना जयासि
All the gods, seeking help against Vṛtra’s breath, chose you as their friend; with the Maruts, Indra, may your friendship be with us, and thus may you win all battles.
त्रिः षष्टिस्त्वा मरुतो वावृधाना उस्रा इव राशयो यज्ञियासः । उप त्वेमः कृधि नो भागधेयं शुष्मं त एना हविषा विधेम
Sixty-three Maruts, growing strong, noble as herds of cattle at dawn, attend you; grant us our share, make us mighty, and with this offering we serve you.
तिग्ममायुधं मरुतामनीकं कस्त इन्द्र प्रति वज्रं दधर्ष । अनायुधासो असुरा अदेवाश्चक्रेण ताँ अप वप ऋजीषिन्
Who could withstand your thunderbolt, Indra, among the sharp-armed hosts of the Maruts? The weaponless demons and ungodly you scattered with your whirling wheel, O mighty one.
मह उग्राय तवसे सुवृक्तिं प्रेरय शिवतमाय पश्वः । गिर्वाहसे गिर इन्द्राय पूर्वीर्धेहि तन्वे कुविदङ्ग वेदत्
Send forth a splendid hymn for the great, fierce, and powerful one, for the most auspicious wealth; for the song-knower, for Indra, offer many praises—may he, perhaps, take notice.