त्वं जघन्थ नमुचिं मखस्युं दासं कृण्वान ऋषये विमायम् । त्वं चकर्थ मनवे स्योनान्पथो देवत्राञ्जसेव यानान्
You struck down Namuci and Makhasyu, the Dāsa who devised deceit against the seer; you made pleasant paths for Manu, O god, as if smoothing the way for chariots.
त्वमेतानि पप्रिषे वि नामेशान इन्द्र दधिषे गभस्तौ । अनु त्वा देवाः शवसा मदन्त्युपरिबुध्नान्वनिनश्चकर्थ
You have surpassed these, O Indra, in name and power, and you have placed dominion in your grasp; the gods rejoice in your strength, and you have subdued the deep-rooted forests.
चक्रं यदस्याप्स्वा निषत्तमुतो तदस्मै मध्विच्चच्छद्यात् । पृथिव्यामतिषितं यदूधः पयो गोष्वदधा ओषधीषु
When his wheel was set in the waters, then for him the honeyed covering was spread; whatever is fixed on earth, whatever milk is in the cows, you have placed in the plants.
अश्वादियायेति यद्वदन्त्योजसो जातमुत मन्य एनम् । मन्योरियाय हर्म्येषु तस्थौ यतः प्रजज्ञ इन्द्रो अस्य वेद
When they say, 'He came from the horse,' or 'He was born of strength,' some imagine him thus; anger came forth and stood in the dwellings, from which Indra was born and knows his origin.
वयः सुपर्णा उप सेदुरिन्द्रं प्रियमेधा ऋषयो नाधमानाः । अप ध्वान्तमूर्णुहि पूर्धि चक्षुर्मुमुग्ध्यस्मान्निधयेव बद्धान्
The winged birds, the noble-minded seers, approached Indra, not failing in devotion; remove the darkness, grant us sight, release us as one unbinds the bound from a treasure.
वसूनां वा चर्कृष इयक्षन्धिया वा यज्ञैर्वा रोदस्योः । अर्वन्तो वा ये रयिमन्तः सातौ वनुं वा ये सुश्रुणं सुश्रुतो धुः
Whether I praise the treasures, or seek with thought, or with sacrifices the two worlds; whether I call upon the swift ones who possess wealth in battle, or those who are renowned for their generous hearing.
हव एषामसुरो नक्षत द्यां श्रवस्यता मनसा निंसत क्षाम् । चक्षाणा यत्र सुविताय देवा द्यौर्न वारेभिः कृणवन्त स्वैः
The mighty one among them calls upon the sky, with glorious mind he approaches the earth; where the gods, seeing, act for well-being, where heaven with its own powers makes room.
इयमेषाममृतानां गीः सर्वताता ये कृपणन्त रत्नम् । धियं च यज्ञं च साधन्तस्ते नो धान्तु वसव्यमसामि
This song is for those immortals who grant the treasure to the humble; may they, who accomplish both thought and sacrifice, bestow upon us the wealth of the Vasus without delay.
आ तत्त इन्द्रायवः पनन्ताभि य ऊर्वं गोमन्तं तितृत्सान् । सकृत्स्वं ये पुरुपुत्रां महीं सहस्रधारां बृहतीं दुदुक्षन्
To that distant place, the sons of Indra strive, those who wish to cross the wide, cow-rich expanse; those many sons, in a single effort, seek to milk the great, thousand-streamed, mighty one.
शचीव इन्द्रमवसे कृणुध्वमनानतं दमयन्तं पृतन्यून् । ऋभुक्षणं मघवानं सुवृक्तिं भर्ता यो वज्रं नर्यं पुरुक्षुः
Like Śacī, make Indra your helper, unconquered, subduing the hostile in battle; the generous, bountiful, well-praised Maghavan, who wields the mighty, manly thunderbolt.
यद्वावान पुरुतमं पुराषाळा वृत्रहेन्द्रो नामान्यप्राः । अचेति प्रासहस्पतिस्तुविष्मान्यदीमुश्मसि कर्तवे करत्तत्
Whenever Indra, the slayer of Vṛtra, has taken the most glorious names of old, the strong lord of might, the son of Pūru, let us call upon him to accomplish this deed.
प्र सु व आपो महिमानमुत्तमं कारुर्वोचाति सदने विवस्वतः । प्र सप्तसप्त त्रेधा हि चक्रमुः प्र सृत्वरीणामति सिन्धुरोजसा
Now the poet proclaims the supreme greatness of the waters in the house of the Sun; the seven rivers have flowed in threefold courses, the swift Sindhu surpasses all in might.
प्र तेऽरदद्वरुणो यातवे पथः सिन्धो यद्वाजाँ अभ्यद्रवस्त्वम् । भूम्या अधि प्रवता यासि सानुना यदेषामग्रं जगतामिरज्यसि
Varuṇa has opened the paths for you to travel, O Sindhu, when you rush forth with your waves; you move over the earth's slope, along the ridge, when you, the foremost of the moving ones, are set in motion.
दिवि स्वनो यतते भूम्योपर्यनन्तं शुष्ममुदियर्ति भानुना । अभ्रादिव प्र स्तनयन्ति वृष्टयः सिन्धुर्यदेति वृषभो न रोरुवत्
A sound resounds in the sky, rising above the earth; she sends forth her boundless force with her radiance. Like rains thundering from the cloud, when the river comes, she bellows like a bull.
अभि त्वा सिन्धो शिशुमिन्न मातरो वाश्रा अर्षन्ति पयसेव धेनवः । राजेव युध्वा नयसि त्वमित्सिचौ यदासामग्रं प्रवतामिनक्षसि
To you, O river, the mothers hasten as to a young calf, lowing, like cows eager for milk. Like a king in battle, you lead them onward; when you rush, you do not leave any of them behind.
इमं मे गङ्गे यमुने सरस्वति शुतुद्रि स्तोमं सचता परुष्ण्या । असिक्न्या मरुद्वृधे वितस्तयार्जीकीये शृणुह्या सुषोमया
May Ganga, Yamuna, Sarasvati, Sutudri, and Parushni join in this praise of mine; hear me, Asikni, Marudvridha, Vitasta, Arjikiya, and Sushoma.
तृष्टामया प्रथमं यातवे सजूः सुसर्त्वा रसया श्वेत्या त्या । त्वं सिन्धो कुभया गोमतीं क्रुमुं मेहत्न्वा सरथं याभिरीयसे
With Trishtama, the first to flow together, with Susartu, Rasa, and Shveta, you, O river, with Kubha, Gomati, and Krumu, mighty ones, proceed with your chariots.
ऋजीत्येनी रुशती महित्वा परि ज्रयांसि भरते रजांसि । अदब्धा सिन्धुरपसामपस्तमाश्वा न चित्रा वपुषीव दर्शता
Swift and shining, great in majesty, she carries away the old, she stirs the realms. The river, unfailing, sweeps away obstacles, manifesting wondrous forms like splendid horses.
स्वश्वा सिन्धुः सुरथा सुवासा हिरण्ययी सुकृता वाजिनीवती । ऊर्णावती युवतिः सीलमावत्युताधि वस्ते सुभगा मधुवृधम्
The river is rich in horses, splendid in chariots, adorned in beauty, golden, skillfully fashioned, full of strength. She is woolly, youthful, virtuous, and truly she bears sweet abundance.
सुखं रथं युयुजे सिन्धुरश्विनं तेन वाजं सनिषदस्मिन्नाजौ । महान्ह्यस्य महिमा पनस्यतेऽदब्धस्य स्वयशसो विरप्शिनः
The river has yoked a smooth chariot for the Ashvins; with it she wins the prize in this contest. Her greatness is praised today—unfailing, glorious, and resplendent.
आ व ऋञ्जस ऊर्जां व्युष्टिष्विन्द्रं मरुतो रोदसी अनक्तन । उभे यथा नो अहनी सचाभुवा सदःसदो वरिवस्यात उद्भिदा
Come, O Maruts, in the dawns of strength; Indra, Maruts, may you clothe the two worlds. As day and night accompany us, may you grant us a seat, a dwelling, and the path of light.
तदु श्रेष्ठं सवनं सुनोतनात्यो न हस्तयतो अद्रिः सोतरि । विदद्ध्यर्यो अभिभूति पौंस्यं महो राये चित्तरुते यदर्वतः
Prepare that most excellent libation; like a skilled charioteer, the stone presses out the juice. O noble ones, grant victory and heroic power, great wealth, and the insight that comes to the swift.
तदिद्ध्यस्य सवनं विवेरपो यथा पुरा मनवे गातुमश्रेत् । गोअर्णसि त्वाष्ट्रे अश्वनिर्णिजि प्रेमध्वरेष्वध्वराँ अशिश्रयुः
That very libation has been poured out for him, as before, as a path for Manu. In the cow-pen, in the house of the horse, at the sacred rites, the worshippers have sought him.
अप हत रक्षसो भङ्गुरावत स्कभायत निरृतिं सेधतामतिम् । आ नो रयिं सर्ववीरं सुनोतन देवाव्यं भरत श्लोकमद्रयः
Drive away the demons, shatter the destroyers, hold back misfortune, and dispel folly. Pour out for us wealth with all heroes, O gods; O stones, bring the song to Bharata.
दिवश्चिदा वोऽमवत्तरेभ्यो विभ्वना चिदाश्वपस्तरेभ्यः । वायोश्चिदा सोमरभस्तरेभ्योऽग्नेश्चिदर्च पितुकृत्तरेभ्यः
Even from the sky you are more powerful than these; even among the shining ones you surpass them. Even from the wind, from Soma, from Agni, from the fathers, you are greater than these.
भुरन्तु नो यशसः सोत्वन्धसो ग्रावाणो वाचा दिविता दिवित्मता । नरो यत्र दुहते काम्यं मध्वाघोषयन्तो अभितो मिथस्तुरः
May the stones, full of glory and strength, stir for us; with their voice, let them resound in heaven. Where men draw the desired honey, proclaiming aloud, striving together.
सुन्वन्ति सोमं रथिरासो अद्रयो निरस्य रसं गविषो दुहन्ति ते । दुहन्त्यूधरुपसेचनाय कं नरो हव्या न मर्जयन्त आसभिः
The stones press Soma, the charioteers, they draw out the juice for the contest. They milk the udder for pouring; the men prepare the offerings with their hands.
एते नरः स्वपसो अभूतन य इन्द्राय सुनुथ सोममद्रयः । वामंवामं वो दिव्याय धाम्ने वसुवसु वः पार्थिवाय सुन्वते
These men, skilled in rites, have become; you stones, press Soma for Indra. Each of you, for the divine abode, for the earthly, press out the wealth for the one who offers.
अभ्रप्रुषो न वाचा प्रुषा वसु हविष्मन्तो न यज्ञा विजानुषः । सुमारुतं न ब्रह्माणमर्हसे गणमस्तोष्येषां न शोभसे
Like rain from the cloud, their speech pours forth riches; like priests with offerings, wise in sacrifice. Like a hymn to the Maruts, you are worthy of praise; I will extol their company, you shine among them.
श्रिये मर्यासो अञ्जीँरकृण्वत सुमारुतं न पूर्वीरति क्षपः । दिवस्पुत्रास एता न येतिर आदित्यासस्ते अक्रा न वावृधुः
The young men adorn themselves for glory, like the Maruts, for many bright nights. Sons of heaven, these are not to be restrained; the Adityas, they have not grown weary.