अभिष्टने ते अद्रिवो यत्स्था जगच्च रेजते । त्वष्टा चित्तव मन्यव इन्द्र वेविज्यते भियार्चन्ननु स्वराज्यम्
At your onslaught, O crusher, when you stand, the moving and the stationary tremble; even Tvaṣṭṛ, in his wrath, O Indra, is shaken with fear, singing in pursuit of sovereignty of the sun.
नहि नु यादधीमसीन्द्रं को वीर्या परः । तस्मिन्नृम्णमुत क्रतुं देवा ओजांसि सं दधुरर्चन्ननु स्वराज्यम्
Indeed, who could match Indra in heroic deeds? In him the gods placed their power, their wisdom, and their strength, singing in pursuit of sovereignty of the sun.
यामथर्वा मनुष्पिता दध्यङ्धियमत्नत । तस्मिन्ब्रह्माणि पूर्वथेन्द्र उक्था समग्मतार्चन्ननु स्वराज्यम्
What Dadhyañc, son of Atharvan, and Manu's father, set forth in wisdom—upon that, O Indra, the ancient hymns and praises were composed, singing in pursuit of sovereignty of the sun.
इन्द्रो मदाय वावृधे शवसे वृत्रहा नृभिः । तमिन्महत्स्वाजिषूतेमर्भे हवामहे स वाजेषु प्र नोऽविषत्
Indra grew strong with exhilaration, mighty, slayer of Vṛtra, among men; to him, great in battles, even from childhood, we call—may he bring us success in contests.
असि हि वीर सेन्योऽसि भूरि पराददिः । असि दभ्रस्य चिद्वृधो यजमानाय शिक्षसि सुन्वते भूरि ते वसु
For you are a hero, fit for armies; you give abundantly; you are generous even to the humble, and you grant to the worshipper—much wealth is yours to bestow.
यदुदीरत आजयो धृष्णवे धीयते धना । युक्ष्वा मदच्युता हरी कं हनः कं वसौ दधोऽस्माँ इन्द्र वसौ दधः
When the eager ones set out for battle, striving for wealth, yoke your exhilarated steeds—whom will you strike, whom will you enrich? For us, O Indra, grant wealth.
क्रत्वा महाँ अनुष्वधं भीम आ वावृधे शवः । श्रिय ऋष्व उपाकयोर्नि शिप्री हरिवान्दधे हस्तयोर्वज्रमायसम्
By his resolve, the great one, following his own law, grew in terrible might; for glory, the lofty, adorned with beauty, the tawny, the golden-armed, placed the iron thunderbolt in his hands.
आ पप्रौ पार्थिवं रजो बद्बधे रोचना दिवि । न त्वावाँ इन्द्र कश्चन न जातो न जनिष्यतेऽति विश्वं ववक्षिथ
He filled the earthly realm, he held fast the lights in the sky; none like you, O Indra, has been born or will be born—you have surpassed all in every way.
यो अर्यो मर्तभोजनं पराददाति दाशुषे । इन्द्रो अस्मभ्यं शिक्षतु वि भजा भूरि ते वसु भक्षीय तव राधसः
He who gives away the food of mortals to the worshipper—may Indra grant that to us; divide the wealth, much is yours, may we enjoy your bounty.
मदेमदे हि नो ददिर्यूथा गवामृजुक्रतुः । सं गृभाय पुरू शतोभयाहस्त्या वसु शिशीहि राय आ भर
May he, rejoicing in our exhilaration, grant us herds of cows, straight in purpose; gather together the many, the hundreds, both kinds of wealth—shower riches, bring us prosperity.
मादयस्व सुते सचा शवसे शूर राधसे । विद्मा हि त्वा पुरूवसुमुप कामान्ससृज्महेऽथा नोऽविता भव
Rejoice in the pressed Soma, together with us, O powerful one, for strength and generous reward. For we know you to be the possessor of many treasures; we send forth our desires to you—so become our protector.
एते त इन्द्र जन्तवो विश्वं पुष्यन्ति वार्यम् । अन्तर्हि ख्यो जनानामर्यो वेदो अदाशुषां तेषां नो वेद आ भर
These beings, O Indra, support all that is excellent. Among people, you are renowned; you know the thoughts of the undevout. Bring to us the knowledge of these, and grant it.
उपो षु शृणुही गिरो मघवन्मातथा इव । यदा नः सूनृतावतः कर आदर्थयास इद्योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
Hear our songs, O bountiful one, as a mother listens. When you make us prosperous and truthful, then, O Indra, your two steeds are harnessed.
अक्षन्नमीमदन्त ह्यव प्रिया अधूषत । अस्तोषत स्वभानवो विप्रा नविष्ठया मती योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
They have eaten, they have rejoiced, they have attained favor; the beloved ones have delighted. The inspired ones have praised with new insight; now, O Indra, your two steeds are harnessed.
सुसंदृशं त्वा वयं मघवन्वन्दिषीमहि । प्र नूनं पूर्णवन्धुर स्तुतो याहि वशाँ अनु योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
We wish to praise you, O bountiful one, with clear vision. Now, with the yoke full and praised, come forth, following the will—now, O Indra, your two steeds are harnessed.
स घा तं वृषणं रथमधि तिष्ठाति गोविदम् । यः पात्रं हारियोजनं पूर्णमिन्द्र चिकेतति योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
He indeed mounts that mighty chariot, rich in cows, who considers the vessel full and ready, O Indra, for the yoking—now, O Indra, your two steeds are harnessed.
युक्तस्ते अस्तु दक्षिण उत सव्यः शतक्रतो । तेन जायामुप प्रियां मन्दानो याह्यन्धसो योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
Let your right and left steeds be yoked, O hundred-powered one. With them, delighted by the Soma, approach your beloved spouse—now, O Indra, your two steeds are harnessed.
युनज्मि ते ब्रह्मणा केशिना हरी उप प्र याहि दधिषे गभस्त्योः । उत्त्वा सुतासो रभसा अमन्दिषुः पूषण्वान्वज्रिन्समु पत्न्यामदः
I yoke for you the tawny-haired steeds with the hymn; come near, you have taken your seat in the hands. The pressed Somas have gladdened you, O wielder of the bolt, together with Pūṣan, in the joy of the spouse.
अश्वावति प्रथमो गोषु गच्छति सुप्रावीरिन्द्र मर्त्यस्तवोतिभिः । तमित्पृणक्षि वसुना भवीयसा सिन्धुमापो यथाभितो विचेतसः
The foremost among mortals, with horses, reaches the cows, O Indra, strong and prosperous by your aids. You fill him with greater wealth, as the rivers and waters, wise, surround him.
आपो न देवीरुप यन्ति होत्रियमवः पश्यन्ति विततं यथा रजः । प्राचैर्देवासः प्र णयन्ति देवयुं ब्रह्मप्रियं जोषयन्ते वरा इव
Like divine waters, they approach the priestly office; they see the expanse as the atmosphere is stretched out. The gods lead the godly one forward; they delight in him who loves the hymn, as brides do.
अधि द्वयोरदधा उक्थ्यं वचो यतस्रुचा मिथुना या सपर्यतः । असंयत्तो व्रते ते क्षेति पुष्यति भद्रा शक्तिर्यजमानाय सुन्वते
Upon both, the hymn is placed—on the two who serve with the ladle, like a pair. Unrestrained in your ordinance, your good power abides and prospers for the sacrificer who presses Soma.
आदङ्गिराः प्रथमं दधिरे वय इद्धाग्नयः शम्या ये सुकृत्यया । सर्वं पणेः समविन्दन्त भोजनमश्वावन्तं गोमन्तमा पशुं नरः
The Angirases first established the way, those who kindled the sacred fires with right action. They found all the food of the Panis, the horses, the cows, and the cattle, O men.
यज्ञैरथर्वा प्रथमः पथस्तते ततः सूर्यो व्रतपा वेन आजनि । आ गा आजदुशना काव्यः सचा यमस्य जातममृतं यजामहे
With sacrifices, Atharvan first trod the paths; from him, the sun, the guardian of order, was born. Let the wise Kāvyā come together with the cows; let us worship the immortal born of Yama.
बर्हिर्वा यत्स्वपत्याय वृज्यतेऽर्को वा श्लोकमाघोषते दिवि । ग्रावा यत्र वदति कारुरुक्थ्यस्तस्येदिन्द्रो अभिपित्वेषु रण्यति
Whether the sacred grass is spread for the lordship, or the hymn is proclaimed in the sky, where the stone speaks and the singer utters praise—there, indeed, Indra delights in the offerings.
असावि सोम इन्द्र ते शविष्ठ धृष्णवा गहि । आ त्वा पृणक्त्विन्द्रियं रजः सूर्यो न रश्मिभिः
Here is the Soma, O Indra, most powerful and bold—come! The atmosphere fills you with strength, as the sun with its rays.
इन्द्रमिद्धरी वहतोऽप्रतिधृष्टशवसम् । ऋषीणां च स्तुतीरुप यज्ञं च मानुषाणाम्
Indra's steeds carry him, irresistible in might, to the praises of the seers and the sacrifice of men.
आ तिष्ठ वृत्रहन्रथं युक्ता ते ब्रह्मणा हरी । अर्वाचीनं सु ते मनो ग्रावा कृणोतु वग्नुना
Mount your chariot, slayer of Vṛtra; your steeds are yoked by the hymn. May your mind turn towards us; may the stone, with its sound, bring you near.
इममिन्द्र सुतं पिब ज्येष्ठममर्त्यं मदम् । शुक्रस्य त्वाभ्यक्षरन्धारा ऋतस्य सादने
Drink this Soma, O Indra, the greatest, immortal delight. The bright streams have flowed to you in the seat of truth.
इन्द्राय नूनमर्चतोक्थानि च ब्रवीतन । सुता अमत्सुरिन्दवो ज्येष्ठं नमस्यता सहः
Now offer worship to Indra and speak the hymns; the pressed, exhilarating Somas, O Indra, honor the mighty one, the eldest, with reverence.
नकिष्ट्वद्रथीतरो हरी यदिन्द्र यच्छसे । नकिष्ट्वानु मज्मना नकिः स्वश्व आनशे
No one, O Indra, is your equal in chariot-driving when you harness your two bays; no one matches you in speed, no one attains your wealth.