य एक इद्विदयते वसु मर्ताय दाशुषे । ईशानो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रो अङ्ग
He alone gives wealth to the mortal who serves; Indra, the lord, unconquered, indeed.
कदा मर्तमराधसं पदा क्षुम्पमिव स्फुरत् । कदा नः शुश्रवद्गिर इन्द्रो अङ्ग
When will Indra, indeed, listen to our songs, and swiftly come to the mortal in need, as one steps to a field?
यश्चिद्धि त्वा बहुभ्य आ सुतावाँ आविवासति । उग्रं तत्पत्यते शव इन्द्रो अङ्ग
Whoever, among many, calls you to the pressed Soma, O mighty one, to him your power belongs, O Indra, indeed.
स्वादोरित्था विषूवतो मध्वः पिबन्ति गौर्यः । या इन्द्रेण सयावरीर्वृष्णा मदन्ति शोभसे वस्वीरनु स्वराज्यम्
Thus the cows drink the sweet, flowing honey; those who, together with Indra, rejoice in strength, shine, possessing wealth, following the sovereignty of the sun.
ता अस्य पृशनायुवः सोमं श्रीणन्ति पृश्नयः । प्रिया इन्द्रस्य धेनवो वज्रं हिन्वन्ति सायकं वस्वीरनु स्वराज्यम्
Those speckled ones, the Prishni cows, prepare Soma for him; dear to Indra, the cows urge on the thunderbolt and arrow, possessing wealth, following the sovereignty of the sun.
ता अस्य नमसा सहः सपर्यन्ति प्रचेतसः । व्रतान्यस्य सश्चिरे पुरूणि पूर्वचित्तये वस्वीरनु स्वराज्यम्
With homage, those wise, strong ones serve him; they accompany his many ancient ordinances, possessing wealth, following the sovereignty of the sun.
इन्द्रो दधीचो अस्थभिर्वृत्राण्यप्रतिष्कुतः । जघान नवतीर्नव
Indra, unconquered, slew the foes with the bones of Dadhichi—ninety and nine.
इच्छन्नश्वस्य यच्छिरः पर्वतेष्वपश्रितम् । तद्विदच्छर्यणावति
Seeking the horse’s head, hidden among the mountains, he found it, guided by the falcon.
अत्राह गोरमन्वत नाम त्वष्टुरपीच्यम् । इत्था चन्द्रमसो गृहे
There they followed the name of the cow, the lower form of Tvashtar, thus in the house of the moon.
को अद्य युङ्क्ते धुरि गा ऋतस्य शिमीवतो भामिनो दुर्हृणायून् । आसन्निषून्हृत्स्वसो मयोभून्य एषां भृत्यामृणधत्स जीवात्
Who today yokes the cows to the yoke of truth, eager, shining, with strong hearts? Their sisters are near in their hearts, bringing joy; who among them has fulfilled the service for life?
क ईषते तुज्यते को बिभाय को मंसते सन्तमिन्द्रं को अन्ति । कस्तोकाय क इभायोत रायेऽधि ब्रवत्तन्वे को जनाय
Who seeks, who is praised, who is feared, who thinks Indra is present, who is near? Who for offspring, who for wealth, who for himself, who for people, will declare?
को अग्निमीट्टे हविषा घृतेन स्रुचा यजाता ऋतुभिर्ध्रुवेभिः । कस्मै देवा आ वहानाशु होम को मंसते वीतिहोत्रः सुदेवः
Who desires Agni with oblation, with ghee, with ladle, with fixed seasons? For whom do the gods swiftly bear the offering? Who thinks the well-worshipped priest is good?
त्वमङ्ग प्र शंसिषो देवः शविष्ठ मर्त्यम् । न त्वदन्यो मघवन्नस्ति मर्डितेन्द्र ब्रवीमि ते वचः
You alone, O god, most mighty, are praised; no one but you, O generous Indra, is a helper to mortals. I speak this word to you.
मा ते राधांसि मा त ऊतयो वसोऽस्मान्कदा चना दभन् । विश्वा च न उपमिमीहि मानुष वसूनि चर्षणिभ्य आ
May your gifts, may your aids, O treasure-giver, never fail us at any time. Measure out to us all human wealth, O lord of people.
प्र ये शुम्भन्ते जनयो न सप्तयो यामन्रुद्रस्य सूनवः सुदंससः । रोदसी हि मरुतश्चक्रिरे वृधे मदन्ति वीरा विदथेषु घृष्वयः
Those who shine forth, like races, the sons of Rudra, wise, set out; for the Maruts have made the two worlds grow, the heroes rejoice, eager in the contests.
त उक्षितासो महिमानमाशत दिवि रुद्रासो अधि चक्रिरे सदः । अर्चन्तो अर्कं जनयन्त इन्द्रियमधि श्रियो दधिरे पृश्निमातरः
They, the sprinkled ones, have attained greatness; the Rudras have established their seat in heaven. Praising, they produce the hymn, they generate strength; the speckled-mothered ones have taken up glory.
गोमातरो यच्छुभयन्ते अञ्जिभिस्तनूषु शुभ्रा दधिरे विरुक्मतः । बाधन्ते विश्वमभिमातिनमप वर्त्मान्येषामनु रीयते घृतम्
When the cows, adorned with bright ointments, move forth, their shining bodies bear the marks of beauty; they drive away every hostile force, and along their paths flows the clarified butter.
वि ये भ्राजन्ते सुमखास ऋष्टिभिः प्रच्यावयन्तो अच्युता चिदोजसा । मनोजुवो यन्मरुतो रथेष्वा वृषव्रातासः पृषतीरयुग्ध्वम्
Those Maruts, resplendent, well-armed with spears, shake even the unshakable by their might; swift as thought, O Maruts, you yoke the spotted steeds to your chariots, a strong band of heroes.
प्र यद्रथेषु पृषतीरयुग्ध्वं वाजे अद्रिं मरुतो रंहयन्तः । उतारुषस्य वि ष्यन्ति धाराश्चर्मेवोदभिर्व्युन्दन्ति भूम
When you yoke the spotted steeds to your chariots, O Maruts, speeding to the prize, you shatter the rock; the streams of the red one burst forth, and, like water on a hide, you scatter them over the earth.
आ वो वहन्तु सप्तयो रघुष्यदो रघुपत्वानः प्र जिगात बाहुभिः । सीदता बर्हिरुरु वः सदस्कृतं मादयध्वं मरुतो मध्वो अन्धसः
Let the seven swift-moving ones bring you here, O Maruts, with agile strength; come forth with your arms, take your seat on the wide sacred grass, rejoice, O Maruts, in the sweet libation.
तेऽवर्धन्त स्वतवसो महित्वना नाकं तस्थुरुरु चक्रिरे सदः । विष्णुर्यद्धावद्वृषणं मदच्युतं वयो न सीदन्नधि बर्हिषि प्रिये
They, mighty in their own power, grew in greatness, stood in the sky, and made a broad seat; when Viṣṇu strode forth, the bull, overflowing with delight, like birds they settled on the beloved sacred grass.
शूरा इवेद्युयुधयो न जग्मयः श्रवस्यवो न पृतनासु येतिरे । भयन्ते विश्वा भुवना मरुद्भ्यो राजान इव त्वेषसंदृशो नरः
Like warriors eager for battle, like heroes striving for fame in contests, the Maruts are feared by all beings; like kings of terrible aspect, the men tremble before them.
त्वष्टा यद्वज्रं सुकृतं हिरण्ययं सहस्रभृष्टिं स्वपा अवर्तयत् । धत्त इन्द्रो नर्यपांसि कर्तवेऽहन्वृत्रं निरपामौब्जदर्णवम्
When Tvaṣṭṛ fashioned the well-made, golden thunderbolt with a thousand edges, the wise one, Indra took it to perform heroic deeds; with it he struck down Vṛtra and released the waters into the ocean.
ऊर्ध्वं नुनुद्रेऽवतं त ओजसा दादृहाणं चिद्बिभिदुर्वि पर्वतम् । धमन्तो वाणं मरुतः सुदानवो मदे सोमस्य रण्यानि चक्रिरे
With their strength they drove the cloud upward, they split even the firm mountain; blowing the trumpet, O generous Maruts, in the joy of Soma, they performed glorious deeds.
जिह्मं नुनुद्रेऽवतं तया दिशासिञ्चन्नुत्सं गोतमाय तृष्णजे । आ गच्छन्तीमवसा चित्रभानवः कामं विप्रस्य तर्पयन्त धामभिः
They drove the crooked cloud in that direction, they poured the stream for the thirsty Gotama; coming with their shining help, they satisfied the desire of the inspired one with their gifts.
या वः शर्म शशमानाय सन्ति त्रिधातूनि दाशुषे यच्छताधि । अस्मभ्यं तानि मरुतो वि यन्त रयिं नो धत्त वृषणः सुवीरम्
Whatever shelter you have for the one who seeks joy, whatever threefold protections for the worshipper, grant those to us, O Maruts; bestow wealth upon us, O mighty ones, and heroic sons.
मरुतो यस्य हि क्षये पाथा दिवो विमहसः । स सुगोपातमो जनः
He in whose dwelling the Maruts, sons of the great sky, abide—he is the most well-guarded among men.
यज्ञैर्वा यज्ञवाहसो विप्रस्य वा मतीनाम् । मरुतः शृणुता हवम्
Whether by sacrifices, O bearers of the offering, or by the thoughts of the inspired, O Maruts, hear the call.
उत वा यस्य वाजिनोऽनु विप्रमतक्षत । स गन्ता गोमति व्रजे
And he whose swift ones follow after the inspired, he will go to the herd rich in cattle.
अस्य वीरस्य बर्हिषि सुतः सोमो दिविष्टिषु । उक्थं मदश्च शस्यते
For this hero, on the sacred grass, the pressed Soma is praised in the heavenly places, with hymn and with exhilaration.