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.
प्र ये दिवः पृथिव्या न बर्हणा त्मना रिरिच्रे अभ्रान्न सूर्यः । पाजस्वन्तो न वीराः पनस्यवो रिशादसो न मर्या अभिद्यवः
Those who, like the sun, shine from heaven and earth, by their own power, like the sun dispersing the clouds. Strong as heroes, glorious, like princes, they are blameless, like youths, ever advancing.
युष्माकं बुध्ने अपां न यामनि विथुर्यति न मही श्रथर्यति । विश्वप्सुर्यज्ञो अर्वागयं सु वः प्रयस्वन्तो न सत्राच आ गत
In your depths, as in the bed of waters, nothing is torn apart, nor does the great one break; the all-encompassing sacrifice comes near to you, with offerings, as companions come together in an assembly.
यूयं धूर्षु प्रयुजो न रश्मिभिर्ज्योतिष्मन्तो न भासा व्युष्टिषु । श्येनासो न स्वयशसो रिशादसः प्रवासो न प्रसितासः परिप्रुषः
You are yoked to the yokes like reins, shining with light at the dawns; like eagles, self-glorious, fierce, like travelers, swift, and all-pervading.
प्र यद्वहध्वे मरुतः पराकाद्यूयं महः संवरणस्य वस्वः । विदानासो वसवो राध्यस्याराच्चिद्द्वेषः सनुतर्युयोत
When you, O Maruts, carry forth from afar the great wealth of Samvaraṇa, knowing the riches, O Vasus, of the generous one, even from a distance you drive away hatred.
य उदृचि यज्ञे अध्वरेष्ठा मरुद्भ्यो न मानुषो ददाशत् । रेवत्स वयो दधते सुवीरं स देवानामपि गोपीथे अस्तु
Whoever, at the rising of the sacrificial fire, offers to the Maruts, not as a mortal, that one, possessing wealth, gains strong offspring; may he be in the protection of the gods.
ते हि यज्ञेषु यज्ञियास ऊमा आदित्येन नाम्ना शम्भविष्ठाः । ते नोऽवन्तु रथतूर्मनीषां महश्च यामन्नध्वरे चकानाः
For they are worthy at the sacrifices, those powers, most gracious by the name of Āditya; may they protect our chariot-seeking thoughts, as they move with greatness at the ritual, rejoicing.
विप्रासो न मन्मभिः स्वाध्यो देवाव्यो न यज्ञैः स्वप्नसः । राजानो न चित्राः सुसंदृशः क्षितीनां न मर्या अरेपसः
Like inspired sages with their thoughts, self-ruled, like gods with sacrifices, awake; like splendid kings, well-seen, like blameless youths among men.
अग्निर्न ये भ्राजसा रुक्मवक्षसो वातासो न स्वयुजः सद्यऊतयः । प्रज्ञातारो न ज्येष्ठाः सुनीतयः सुशर्माणो न सोमा ऋतं यते
Like Agni, shining, with golden breasts; like winds, self-yoked, ever active; like wise elders, best in guidance, possessing good shelter, like Somas striving for truth.
वातासो न ये धुनयो जिगत्नवोऽग्नीनां न जिह्वा विरोकिणः । वर्मण्वन्तो न योधाः शिमीवन्तः पितॄणां न शंसाः सुरातयः
Like winds, they are swift, stirring, moving; like tongues of fire, shining; like armed warriors, equipped, strong; like the praises of ancestors, generous in gifts.
रथानां न येऽराः सनाभयो जिगीवांसो न शूरा अभिद्यवः । वरेयवो न मर्या घृतप्रुषोऽभिस्वर्तारो अर्कं न सुष्टुभः
Like the spokes and naves of chariots, enduring; like heroes, victorious in battle; like chosen youths, sprinkled with ghee; like singers, chanting the hymn with melody.