अ पवस्व सोम महे दक्षायाश्वो न निक्तो वाजी धनाय
Flow, O Soma, for great skill, like a yoked horse, a prize-winner for wealth.
अ प्र ते सोतारो रसं मदाय पुनन्ति सोमं महे द्युम्नाय
The pressers purify you, Soma, for exhilaration, for great glory.
अ शिशुं जज्ञानं हरिं मृजन्ति पवित्रे सोमं देवेभ्य इन्दुम्
They cleanse the newborn child, the tawny one, in the purifier—Soma, the drop, for the gods.
अ उषो षु जातमप्तुरं गोभिर्भङ्गं परिष्कृतम् च् इन्दुं देवा अयासिषुः
O Dawn, the gods have approached the newly born, the swift one, pressed with cows and adorned, the drop.
अ नो गिरो वत्सं संशिश्वरीरिव च् य इन्द्रस्य हृदंसनिः
May our songs, like cows to a calf, reach him who delights the heart of Indra.
अ अर्षा नः सोम शं गवे धुक्षस्व पिप्युषीमिषम् च् वर्धा समुद्रमुक्थ्यम्
Flow for us, Soma, for blessing and for the cow; pour forth nourishing food, and swell the ocean of praise.
अ आ घा ये अग्निमिन्धते स्तृणन्ति बर्हिरानुषक् च् येषामिन्द्रो युवा सखा
Those who kindle Agni, who spread the sacred grass in order, for whom Indra is a youthful friend—
अ बृहन्निदिध्म एषां भूरि शस्त्रं पृथुः स्वरुः च् येषामिन्द्रो युवा सखा
Great is their kindling, abundant their praise, wide their glory, for whom Indra is a youthful friend.
अ अयुद्ध इद्युधा वृतं शूर आजति सत्वभिः च् येषामिन्द्रो युवा सखा
Unconquered in battle, chosen by warriors, heroic with strength, for whom Indra is a youthful friend.
अ य एक इद्विदयते वसु मर्त्ताय दाशुषे च् ईशानो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रो अङ्ग
He alone bestows wealth on the mortal who serves, Indra the lord, irresistible indeed.
अ यश्चिद्धि त्वा बहुभ्य आ सुतावां आविवासति च् उग्रं तत्पत्यते शव इन्द्रो अङ्ग
Whoever invokes you, O Indra, with many offerings, to him your fierce might truly belongs.
अ कदा मर्त्तमराधसं पदा क्षुम्पमिव स्फुरत् च् कदा नः शुश्रवद्गिर इन्द्रो अङ्ग
When will Indra, indeed, strike down the lawless mortal as one crushes a clod with the foot? When will he listen to our songs?
अ गायन्ति त्वा गायत्रिणो ऽर्चन्त्यर्कमर्किणः च् ब्रह्माणस्त्वा शतक्रत उद्वंशमिव येमिरे
The singers sing to you, the chanters praise you with hymns; the priests, O hundred-powered one, have yoked you like a horse to the post.
अ यत्सानोः सान्वारुहो भूर्यस्पष्ट कर्त्त्वम् च् तदिन्द्रो अर्थं चेतति यूथेन वृष्णिरेजति
When you ascend from peak to peak, performing many wondrous deeds, then Indra perceives the aim, the bull moves with his troop.
अ युङ्क्ष्वा हि केशिना हरी वृषणा कक्ष्यप्रा च् अथा न इन्द्र सोमपा गिरामुपश्रुतिं चर
Yoke your tawny, mighty steeds, O Indra, who bear you swiftly; then, O Soma-drinker, come to us, attend to the sound of our songs.
षष्ठ प्रथमो ऽर्धः अ सुषमिद्धो न आ वह देवां अग्ने हविष्मते च् होतः पावक यक्षि च
Well-kindled, bring here the gods, O Agni, for the one offering; O pure Hotar, accept the oblation.
अ मधुमन्तं तनूनपाद्यज्ञं देवेषु नः कवे च् अद्या कृणुय्हूतये
Make for us today, O wise one, a sacrifice rich in sweetness for our bodies among the gods, for the invocation.
अ नराशंसमिह प्रियमस्मिन्यज्ञ उप ह्वये च् मधुजिह्वं हविष्कृतम्
Here I call Narāśaṃsa, dear at this sacrifice, with honeyed tongue, for the prepared oblation.
अ अग्ने सुखतमे रथे देवां ईडित आ वह च् असि होता मनुर्हितः
O Agni, in the most pleasant chariot, bring the gods, praised, here; you are the Hotar established by Manu.
अ यदद्य सूर उदिते ऽनागा मित्रो अर्यमा च् सुवाति सविता भगः
When today, at sunrise, Mitra, Aryaman, Savitar, and Bhaga, sinless, bestow their favor.
अ सुप्रावीरस्तु स क्षयः प्र नु यामन्त्सुदानवः च् ये नो अंहो ऽतिपिप्रति
That destruction, O generous one, is truly mighty; may it come forth. Those who would cross over our distress, let them be overcome.
अ उत स्वराजो अदितिरदब्धस्य व्रतस्य ये च् महो राजान ईशते
And Aditi, sovereign of the shining realm, unbroken in her vow, and those great kings who rule—may they protect us.
अ उ त्वा मन्दन्तु सोमाः कृणुष्व राधो अद्रिवः च् अव ब्रह्मद्विषो जहि
May the Somas gladden you; grant us your favor, O stone-wielder, and strike down those who hate the sacred word.
अ पदा पणीनराधसो नि बाधस्व महां असि च् न हि त्वा कश्च न प्रति
With your foot, drive away the stingy, O mighty one; for truly, no one can withstand you.
अ त्वमीशिषे सुतानामिन्द्र त्वमसुतानाम् च् त्वं राजा जनानाम्
You are the lord of the pressed offerings, Indra, and of the unpressed as well; you are the king of peoples.
अ आ जागृविर्विप्र ऋतां मतीनां सोमः पुनानो असदच्चमूषु च् सपन्ति यं मिथुनासो निकामा अध्वर्यवो रथिरासः सुहस्ताः
Awake, O inspired one, for the true thoughts; Soma, being purified, has entered the vessels. The priests, skilled and dexterous, pour him, as couples with desire.
अ स पुनान उप सूरे दधान ओबे अप्रा रोदसी वि ष आवः च् प्रिया चिद्यस्य प्रियसास ऊती सतो धनं कारिणे न प्र यंसत्
He, being purified, is placed near the sun, embracing both heaven and earth. Even his beloveds, with dearest aid, do not withhold the wealth from the one who acts rightly.
अ स वर्धिता पूयमानः सोमो मीढ्वां अभि नो ज्योतिषावीत् च् यत्र नः पूर्वे पितरः पदज्ञाः स्वर्विदो अभि गा अद्रिमिष्णन्
That Soma, growing and being purified, rich in gifts, may he bring us light—where our forefathers, knowing the path and the sun, have gone forth, crossing the stone.
अ मा चिदन्यद्वि शंसत सखायो मा रिषण्यत च् इन्द्रमित्स्तोता वृषणं सचा सुते मुहुरुक्था च शंसत
Speak not of anything else, O friends, nor falter; praise Indra, the mighty, together with the pressed Soma, and repeatedly utter hymns.
अ अवक्रक्षिणं वृषभं यथा जुवं गां न चर्षणीसहम् च् विद्वेषणं संवननमुभयङ्करं मंहिष्ठमुभयाविनम्
Like a young bull, powerful, who draws the cows, unconquered by men, who dispels hatred, brings together, benefits both sides, and is most mighty, victorious over both.