तं सिन्धवो मत्सरमिन्द्रपानमूर्मिं प्र हेत य उभे इयर्ति । मदच्युतमौशानं नभोजां परि त्रितन्तुं विचरन्तमुत्सम्
That exhilarating, Indra-drinking wave, O rivers, set in motion, which both worlds send forth—flowing with intoxication, born of the sky, moving around the source, weaving the thread.
आवर्वृततीरध नु द्विधारा गोषुयुधो न नियवं चरन्तीः । ऋषे जनित्रीर्भुवनस्य पत्नीरपो वन्दस्व सवृधः सयोनीः
Ever-flowing, now divided in two streams, moving like cattle to the stall—O rivers, mothers of the sage, wives of the world, praise them, O mighty one, who share the same seat.
हिनोता नो अध्वरं देवयज्या हिनोत ब्रह्म सनये धनानाम् । ऋतस्य योगे वि ष्यध्वमूधः श्रुष्टीवरीर्भूतनास्मभ्यमापः
Pour for us the sacrifice, worthy of the gods; pour the prayer for the gaining of wealth. In the union with truth, be free from error; be ready to listen to us, O waters.
आपो रेवतीः क्षयथा हि वस्वः क्रतुं च भद्रं बिभृथामृतं च । रायश्च स्थ स्वपत्यस्य पत्नीः सरस्वती तद्गृणते वयो धात्
O shining waters, you truly possess wealth; bear good counsel and immortality. You are the wives of the lord of prosperity; Sarasvati, grant us that glory which is praised.
प्रति यदापो अदृश्रमायतीर्घृतं पयांसि बिभ्रतीर्मधूनि । अध्वर्युभिर्मनसा संविदाना इन्द्राय सोमं सुषुतं भरन्तीः
When the waters, bearing ghee, milk, and honey, have come forth, visible, flowing—joining with the priests in mind, they bring the pressed Soma to Indra.
एमा अग्मन्रेवतीर्जीवधन्या अध्वर्यवः सादयता सखायः । नि बर्हिषि धत्तन सोम्यासोऽपां नप्त्रा संविदानास एनाः
Now the shining, life-giving waters have come; O priests, seat them, O friends. Place the Soma offerings on the sacred grass, united with the Son of the Waters.
आग्मन्नाप उशतीर्बर्हिरेदं न्यध्वरे असदन्देवयन्तीः । अध्वर्यवः सुनुतेन्द्राय सोममभूदु वः सुशका देवयज्या
The eager waters have come to this sacred grass, they have sat down at the sacrifice, desiring to serve the gods. O priests, press Soma for Indra; your god-pleasing sacrifice has succeeded.
आ नो देवानामुप वेतु शंसो विश्वेभिस्तुरैरवसे यजत्रः । तेभिर्वयं सुषखायो भवेम तरन्तो विश्वा दुरिता स्याम
May the blessing of the gods approach us, the worshipful, with all their might for our protection. With them, may we become good friends, overcoming all misfortunes.
परि चिन्मर्तो द्रविणं ममन्यादृतस्य पथा नमसा विवासेत् । उत स्वेन क्रतुना सं वदेत श्रेयांसं दक्षं मनसा जगृभ्यात्
Let not a mortal covet wealth by unrighteous means; let him seek it through the path of truth, with reverence. Let him speak with his own resolve, and grasp superior wisdom with his mind.
अधायि धीतिरससृग्रमंशास्तीर्थे न दस्ममुप यन्त्यूमाः । अभ्यानश्म सुवितस्य शूषं नवेदसो अमृतानामभूम
The inspired thought has been set forth; the hymns flow like streams to the sacred place, seeking the gracious one. We have approached the favor of the generous, the wise, and have become as if immortal.
नित्यश्चाकन्यात्स्वपतिर्दमूना यस्मा उ देवः सविता जजान । भगो वा गोभिरर्यमेमनज्यात्सो अस्मै चारुश्छदयदुत स्यात्
He is ever youthful, master of his household, and self-controlled, whom the god Savitar has begotten. May Bhaga or Aryaman not withhold cows from him; may he cover him with beauty, and may it be so.
इयं सा भूया उषसामिव क्षा यद्ध क्षुमन्तः शवसा समायन् । अस्य स्तुतिं जरितुर्भिक्षमाणा आ नः शग्मास उप यन्तु वाजाः
May this earth become as abundant as the dawns, when the powerful gather with strength. Seeking the praise of this singer, may the swift prizes come to us.
अस्येदेषा सुमतिः पप्रथानाभवत्पूर्व्या भूमना गौः । अस्य सनीळा असुरस्य योनौ समान आ भरणे बिभ्रमाणाः
His favor has spread forth, the ancient, vast cow. In the home of this lord, the companions, bearing together, move in the same sustenance.
किं स्विद्वनं क उ स वृक्ष आस यतो द्यावापृथिवी निष्टतक्षुः । संतस्थाने अजरे इतऊती अहानि पूर्वीरुषसो जरन्त
What was that forest, and who was that tree, from which heaven and earth were fashioned? They stand firm, undecaying, with mighty supports; many days and dawns have grown old.
नैतावदेना परो अन्यदस्त्युक्षा स द्यावापृथिवी बिभर्ति । त्वचं पवित्रं कृणुत स्वधावान्यदीं सूर्यं न हरितो वहन्ति
There is nothing beyond this, nothing greater; the bull upholds heaven and earth. The self-sustaining ones make a skin, a filter, and the bright ones carry the sun as if it were a horse.
स्तेगो न क्षामत्येति पृथ्वीं मिहं न वातो वि ह वाति भूम । मित्रो यत्र वरुणो अज्यमानोऽग्निर्वने न व्यसृष्ट शोकम्
Like a bull, he does not tire of the earth; like wind, he moves freely through space. Where Mitra and Varuna are being worshipped, and Agni, like a fire in the forest, has not released his heat.
स्तरीर्यत्सूत सद्यो अज्यमाना व्यथिरव्यथीः कृणुत स्वगोपा । पुत्रो यत्पूर्वः पित्रोर्जनिष्ट शम्यां गौर्जगार यद्ध पृच्छान्
When the charioteer swiftly drives the team, he makes the restless steady, protecting his own. When the son was born before the parents, the cow lowed gently when the calves were questioned.
उत कण्वं नृषदः पुत्रमाहुरुत श्यावो धनमादत्त वाजी । प्र कृष्णाय रुशदपिन्वतोधरृतमत्र नकिरस्मा अपीपेत्
Some say Kanva is the son of a human, and Shyava, the victorious, has gained wealth. The bright ones pour forth for the dark one; in this matter, no one has surpassed us.
प्र सु ग्मन्ता धियसानस्य सक्षणि वरेभिर्वराँ अभि षु प्रसीदतः । अस्माकमिन्द्र उभयं जुजोषति यत्सोम्यस्यान्धसो बुबोधति
Let the eager ones come forth, the wise, with their gifts, delighting in the best. O Indra, may you be pleased with both, when you have tasted the soma drink.
वीन्द्र यासि दिव्यानि रोचना वि पार्थिवानि रजसा पुरुष्टुत । ये त्वा वहन्ति मुहुरध्वराँ उप ते सु वन्वन्तु वग्वनाँ अराधसः
O Indra, you travel through the shining realms of heaven and the earthly spaces, O much-praised one. Those who bear you at the sacrifices, may they, strong in voice, please you and drive away the hostile.
तदिन्मे छन्त्सद्वपुषो वपुष्टरं पुत्रो यज्जानं पित्रोरधीयति । जाया पतिं वहति वग्नुना सुमत्पुंस इद्भद्रो वहतुः परिष्कृतः
May that be glorious for me, more wondrous than the wondrous, when a son learns the knowledge of his parents. The wife carries her husband with zeal; may the well-adorned, noble pair carry good fortune.
तदित्सधस्थमभि चारु दीधय गावो यच्छासन्वहतुं न धेनवः । माता यन्मन्तुर्यूथस्य पूर्व्याभि वाणस्य सप्तधातुरिज्जनः
That is indeed the seat, shining all around, where the cows, like milch cows, stand ready to be yoked. When the mother of the herd, the ancient one, gives birth to the seven-formed voice.
प्र वोऽच्छा रिरिचे देवयुष्पदमेको रुद्रेभिर्याति तुर्वणिः । जरा वा येष्वमृतेषु दावने परि व ऊमेभ्यः सिञ्चता मधु
I have proclaimed to you the abode fit for the gods; Turvani goes alone with the Rudras. Whether old age or death is among them, pour out the honey for these flames.
निधीयमानमपगूळ्हमप्सु प्र मे देवानां व्रतपा उवाच । इन्द्रो विद्वाँ अनु हि त्वा चचक्ष तेनाहमग्ने अनुशिष्ट आगाम्
Hidden, deposited in the waters, the guardian of the gods' order spoke to me. Indra, knowing, has explained it to you; by that instruction, O Agni, I have come.
अक्षेत्रवित्क्षेत्रविदं ह्यप्राट् स प्रैति क्षेत्रविदानुशिष्टः । एतद्वै भद्रमनुशासनस्योत स्रुतिं विन्दत्यञ्जसीनाम्
He who does not know the field, but is guided by one who knows, he proceeds, instructed by the knower of the field. This indeed is the good of instruction, and he finds the path of the straightforward.
अद्येदु प्राणीदममन्निमाहापीवृतो अधयन्मातुरूधः । एमेनमाप जरिमा युवानमहेळन्वसुः सुमना बभूव
Today, indeed, the living one has eaten this food; filled, he has grown, nourished by his mother. Old age has come upon him, though he is young; the generous one, with a good mind, has become weary.
एतानि भद्रा कलश क्रियाम कुरुश्रवण ददतो मघानि । दान इद्वो मघवानः सो अस्त्वयं च सोमो हृदि यं बिभर्मि
Let us perform these auspicious rites, O Kuruśravaṇa, giving gifts of abundance. May the generous donors be givers; may this Soma, which I bear in my heart, be so.
प्र मा युयुज्रे प्रयुजो जनानां वहामि स्म पूषणमन्तरेण । विश्वे देवासो अध मामरक्षन्दुःशासुरागादिति घोष आसीत्
No one has bound me among people; I have carried on without Pūṣan. May all the gods then protect me; the cry of the lawless was raised.
सं मा तपन्त्यभितः सपत्नीरिव पर्शवः । नि बाधते अमतिर्नग्नता जसुर्वेर्न वेवीयते मतिः
On all sides they torment me, like rival wives, my ribs. Helplessness oppresses me; nakedness brings shame, and my mind trembles like a trembling horse.
मूषो न शिश्ना व्यदन्ति माध्य स्तोतारं ते शतक्रतो । सकृत्सु नो मघवन्निन्द्र मृळयाधा पितेव नो भव
Like mice gnawing at the penis, O hundred-powered one, they attack your singer. Once, O generous Indra, show us mercy; be to us as a father.