कृष्णः श्वेतोऽरुषो यामो अस्य ब्रध्न ऋज्र उत शोणो यशस्वान् । हिरण्यरूपं जनिता जजान
Black, white, tawny, dark is his form; the bright, swift, and red, glorious one—the creator has produced him in golden form.
एवा ते अग्ने विमदो मनीषामूर्जो नपादमृतेभिः सजोषाः । गिर आ वक्षत्सुमतीरियान इषमूर्जं सुक्षितिं विश्वमाभाः
Thus, O Agni, may our praises, joined with hymns, approach you, child of strength, with the immortal ones; may our voices bring you good will, bringing all nourishment, strength, and perfect dwelling.
आग्निं न स्ववृक्तिभिर्होतारं त्वा वृणीमहे । यज्ञाय स्तीर्णबर्हिषे वि वो मदे शीरं पावकशोचिषं विवक्षसे
With our own praises we choose you, Agni, as the Hotar; for the sacrifice on the strewn grass, in your delight, O bright-flaming one, for our utterance.
त्वामु ते स्वाभुवः शुम्भन्त्यश्वराधसः । वेति त्वामुपसेचनी वि वो मद ऋजीतिरग्न आहुतिर्विवक्षसे
You, whom the self-born ones adorn, possessing horses; you, whom the sprinklers know—for your delight, O Agni, for our utterance, the offering is brought.
त्वे धर्माण आसते जुहूभिः सिञ्चतीरिव । कृष्णा रूपाण्यर्जुना वि वो मदे विश्वा अधि श्रियो धिषे विवक्षसे
In you are established the laws, as with ladles pouring forth; black and white forms—for your delight, you bear all glories for our utterance.
यमग्ने मन्यसे रयिं सहसावन्नमर्त्य । तमा नो वाजसातये वि वो मदे यज्ञेषु चित्रमा भरा विवक्षसे
Whatever wealth you, O Agni, immortal, powerful, think of—bring that to us for the gaining of strength, for your delight, bring us the wondrous in the sacrifices, for our utterance.
अग्निर्जातो अथर्वणा विदद्विश्वानि काव्या । भुवद्दूतो विवस्वतो वि वो मदे प्रियो यमस्य काम्यो विवक्षसे
Agni, born of Atharvan, has known all wisdoms; he became the messenger of Vivasvat, for your delight, beloved and desired by Yama, for our utterance.
त्वां यज्ञेष्वीळतेऽग्ने प्रयत्यध्वरे । त्वं वसूनि काम्या वि वो मदे विश्वा दधासि दाशुषे विवक्षसे
You are invoked in sacrifices, Agni, at the proper ritual; you bestow all desirable treasures for your delight, you grant all to the worshipper for our utterance.
त्वां यज्ञेष्वृत्विजं चारुमग्ने नि षेदिरे । घृतप्रतीकं मनुषो वि वो मदे शुक्रं चेतिष्ठमक्षभिर्विवक्षसे
You, Agni, as the lovely officiant, men have seated in the sacrifices; with clarified butter as your face, for your delight, the shining, swiftest with eyes, for our utterance.
अग्ने शुक्रेण शोचिषोरु प्रथयसे बृहत् । अभिक्रन्दन्वृषायसे वि वो मदे गर्भं दधासि जामिषु विवक्षसे
O Agni, with your bright flame you spread widely and greatly; roaring, you strengthen yourself. In your exhilaration, you place the seed among kin, desiring to be spoken of.
कुह श्रुत इन्द्रः कस्मिन्नद्य जने मित्रो न श्रूयते । ऋषीणां वा यः क्षये गुहा वा चर्कृषे गिरा
Where is Indra heard today, in which people is he known? Like Mitra, is he not spoken of? Is he among the seers, or hidden, delighting in song?
इह श्रुत इन्द्रो अस्मे अद्य स्तवे वज्र्यृचीषमः । मित्रो न यो जनेष्वा यशश्चक्रे असाम्या
Here, let Indra be heard by us today, praised, the wielder of the bolt, eager for hymns; like Mitra, among the people, he has made unequalled fame.
महो यस्पतिः शवसो असाम्या महो नृम्णस्य तूतुजिः । भर्ता वज्रस्य धृष्णोः पिता पुत्रमिव प्रियम्
He is the lord of greatness, of unequalled might, the awakener of great manliness; the bearer of the bold bolt, a father to his dear son.
युजानो अश्वा वातस्य धुनी देवो देवस्य वज्रिवः । स्यन्ता पथा विरुक्मता सृजान स्तोष्यध्वनः
Yoked are the horses of the wind for the god, the god with the thunderbolt; flowing along the shining path, releasing, you praise the journey.
त्वं त्या चिद्वातस्याश्वागा ऋज्रा त्मना वहध्यै । ययोर्देवो न मर्त्यो यन्ता नकिर्विदाय्यः
You, indeed, with the swift horses of the wind, by your own nature, carry forth; with whom, O god, no mortal can compete as driver or knower.
अध ग्मन्तोशना पृच्छते वां कदर्था न आ गृहम् । आ जग्मथुः पराकाद्दिवश्च ग्मश्च मर्त्यम्
Then, those who come, eager for food, ask you as if for a home; you have come from afar, from heaven and from earth, to the mortal.
आ न इन्द्र पृक्षसेऽस्माकं ब्रह्मोद्यतम् । तत्त्वा याचामहेऽवः शुष्णं यद्धन्नमानुषम्
Come to us, Indra, for our praise, for our exalted hymn; for this we entreat you for help, when you struck down the human foe, Shushna.
अकर्मा दस्युरभि नो अमन्तुरन्यव्रतो अमानुषः । त्वं तस्यामित्रहन्वधर्दासस्य दम्भय
The lawless Dasyu, without rites, hostile to us, without vows, inhuman— you, slayer of foes, strike down that Dasa, subdue him.
त्वं न इन्द्र शूर शूरैरुत त्वोतासो बर्हणा । पुरुत्रा ते वि पूर्तयो नवन्त क्षोणयो यथा
You, O Indra, hero among heroes, and your supporters, are exalted; in many places your gifts are spread, as the lands bow before you.
त्वं तान्वृत्रहत्ये चोदयो नॄन्कार्पाणे शूर वज्रिवः । गुहा यदी कवीनां विशां नक्षत्रशवसाम्
You urge those men to slay Vritra, O heroic Indra, wielder of the bolt; even when the wise, powerful among the people, are hidden.
मक्षू ता त इन्द्र दानाप्नस आक्षाणे शूर वज्रिवः । यद्ध शुष्णस्य दम्भयो जातं विश्वं सयावभिः
Swiftly, O Indra, may those generous ones come to you, O heroic wielder of the bolt; when you, subduing Shushna, have destroyed all that was born together with him.
माकुध्र्यगिन्द्र शूर वस्वीरस्मे भूवन्नभिष्टयः । वयंवयं त आसां सुम्ने स्याम वज्रिवः
Let not your riches, O heroic Indra, be far from us; may we always be in your good favor, O wielder of the bolt.
अस्मे ता त इन्द्र सन्तु सत्याहिंसन्तीरुपस्पृशः । विद्याम यासां भुजो धेनूनां न वज्रिवः
May those true, harmless gifts be ours, O Indra; let us know the strength of those, like cows, O wielder of the bolt.
अहस्ता यदपदी वर्धत क्षाः शचीभिर्वेद्यानाम् । शुष्णं परि प्रदक्षिणिद्विश्वायवे नि शिश्नथः
When the armless, footless ones grew strong with the powers of the wise, you, circling around, destroyed Shushna for all the people.
पिबापिबेदिन्द्र शूर सोमं मा रिषण्यो वसवान वसुः सन् । उत त्रायस्व गृणतो मघोनो महश्च रायो रेवतस्कृधी नः
Drink, drink, O heroic Indra, the Soma; do not be harmed, being wealthy, be the possessor of wealth. Also protect the one who praises, O generous one, and grant us great, splendid riches.
यजामह इन्द्रं वज्रदक्षिणं हरीणां रथ्यं विव्रतानाम् । प्र श्मश्रु दोधुवदूर्ध्वथा भूद्वि सेनाभिर्दयमानो वि राधसा
Let us worship Indra, whose right hand wields the bolt, who rides the chariot drawn by the bay steeds; his beard shakes upwards, he is moved by armies, he is generous with gifts.
हरी न्वस्य या वने विदे वस्विन्द्रो मघैर्मघवा वृत्रहा भुवत् । ऋभुर्वाज ऋभुक्षाः पत्यते शवोऽव क्ष्णौमि दासस्य नाम चित्
His bay steeds are known in the forest; Indra, the wealthy, the generous, the slayer of Vritra, is present with gifts. The skillful, the strong, the powerful, rules; I drive away even the name of the Dasa.
यदा वज्रं हिरण्यमिदथा रथं हरी यमस्य वहतो वि सूरिभिः । आ तिष्ठति मघवा सनश्रुत इन्द्रो वाजस्य दीर्घश्रवसस्पतिः
When you, O Indra, with your golden thunderbolt and chariot, with your two steeds, come forth among the wise, then Maghavan, renowned from ancient times, Indra, lord of long-famed strength, stands ready for the prize.
सो चिन्नु वृष्टिर्यूथ्या स्वा सचाँ इन्द्रः श्मश्रूणि हरिताभि प्रुष्णुते । अव वेति सुक्षयं सुते मधूदिद्धूनोति वातो यथा वनम्
Then indeed, Indra, with your companions, you, the bull, shake your tawny beard; you descend to the pleasant dwelling at the pressing of the sweet Soma, stirring like the wind shakes the forest.
यो वाचा विवाचो मृध्रवाचः पुरू सहस्राशिवा जघान । तत्तदिदस्य पौंस्यं गृणीमसि पितेव यस्तविषीं वावृधे शवः
He who, with his voice, overcame those of discordant speech, who slew many thousands of foes—this, each of his heroic deeds, we celebrate; like a father, he increased his might for protection.