इमा उ त्वा सुतेसुते नक्षन्ते गिर्वणो गिरः गावो वत्सं न धेनवः
These praises, O singer of the skies, are composed for you; the hymns seek you as cows seek their calf.
इन्द्रा नु पूषणा वयं सख्याय स्वस्तये हुवेम वाजसातये
We call upon Indra and Pūṣan for friendship, for well-being, and for the attainment of strength.
न कि इन्द्र त्वदुत्तरं न ज्यायो अस्ति वृत्रहन् न क्येवं यथा त्वम्
O Indra, there is none superior or greater than you, slayer of Vṛtra; none is like you.
तरणिं वो जनानां त्रदं वाजस्य गोमतः समानमु प्र शंसिषम्
I praise the swift one among people, the giver of wealth and cattle, the equal of all.
असृग्रमिन्द्र ते गिरः प्रति त्वामुदहासत सजोषा वृषभं पतिम्
I have poured forth my hymns to you, Indra; they rise to you, the mighty bull, the lord, in harmony.
सुनीथो घा स मर्त्यो यं मरुतो यमर्यमा मित्रास्पान्त्यद्रुहः
That mortal is well-guided whom the Maruts, Aryaman, and Mitra, who do no harm, support.
यद्वीडाविन्द्र यत्स्थिरे यत्पर्शाने पराभृतम् वसु स्पार्हं तदा भर
Whatever, Indra, is hidden, firm, or concealed, whatever precious wealth is withheld, bring that to us.
श्रुतं वो वृत्रहन्तमं प्र चर्षणीनाम् आशिषे राधसे महे
We have heard of your most renowned deed, O slayer of Vṛtra, for the benefit and greatness of the people.
अरं त इन्द्र श्रवसे गमेम शूर त्वावतः अरं शक्र परेमणि
May we, O Indra, reach fame through your help, O hero; may we, O mighty one, attain the highest goal.
धानावन्तं करम्भिणमपूपवन्तमुक्थिनम् इन्द्र प्रातर्जुषस्व नः
Accept from us, Indra, in the morning, the offerings of grain, cakes, and hymns.
अपां फेनेन नमुचेः शिर इन्द्रोदवर्तयः विश्वा यदजय स्पृधः
Indra struck off Namuci's head with the foam of water, when he conquered all the contests.
इमे त इन्द्र सोमाः सुतासो ये च सोत्वाः तेषां मत्स्व प्रभूवसो
These Soma juices, O Indra, are pressed for you, and those yet to be pressed; delight in them, O mighty one.
तुभ्यं सुतासः सोमाः स्तीर्णं बर्हिर्विभावसो स्तोतृभ्य इन्द्र मृडय
For you, O Indra, the Soma juices are poured, the radiant seat is spread; be gracious to the singers.
आ व इन्द्र कृविं यथा वाजयन्तः शतक्रतुम् मंहिष्ठं सिञ्च इन्दुभिः
Come, Indra, as they pour the Soma, bestower of a hundred powers; let them sprinkle the greatest one with the juices.
अतश्चिदिन्द्र न उपा याहि शतवाजया इषा सहस्रवाजया
From here, Indra, come to us with a hundredfold strength, with desired gifts, with a thousandfold might.
आ बुन्दं वृत्रहा ददे जातः पृच्छद्वि मातरम् क उग्राः के ह शृण्विरे
The slayer of Vṛtra gave the drop; when born, he asked his mother; who are the fierce ones, who hear?
बृबदुक्थं हवामहे सृप्रकरस्नमूतये साधः कृण्वन्तमवसे
We invoke the mighty hymn, flowing with praise, for the sake of aid, accomplishing the work for support.
ऋजुनीती नो वरुणो मित्रो नयति विद्वान् अर्यमा देवैः सजोषाः
Varuṇa, Mitra, and Aryaman, wise and united with the gods, lead us with upright guidance.
दूरादिहेव यत्सतो ऽरुणप्सुरशिश्वितत् वि भानुं विश्वथातनत्
From afar, as if from the distance, the radiant one, ever youthful, spreads his light in all directions.
आ नो मित्रावरुणा घृतैर्गव्यूतिमुक्षतम् मध्वा रजांसि सुक्रतू
Mitra and Varuṇa, with clarified butter, release for us the cattle-rich abundance; with honey, O skillful ones, the realms.
उदु त्ये सूनवो गिरः काष्ठा यज्ञेष्वत्नत वाश्रा अभिज्ञु यातवे
The sons have raised their voices, reaching the ends in the sacrifices; the strong ones, well-known, come for the journey.
इदं विष्णुर्वि चक्रमे त्रेधा नि दधे पदम् समूढमस्य पांसुले
Vishnu strode widely; he placed his foot three times, firmly set in the dust.
अतीहि मन्युषाविणं सुषुवांसमुपेरय अस्य रातौ सुतं पिब
Come, driven by your spirit, raise up the well-pressed one; in this gift, drink the Soma.
कदु प्रचेतसे महे वचो देवाय शस्यते तदिध्यस्य
What word is praised for the wise, for the great god? That alone is his.
उक्थं च न शस्यमानं नागो रयिरा चिकेत न गायत्रं गीयमानम्
Neither the hymn being praised nor the wealth is noticed; nor is the song being sung perceived.
इन्द्र उक्थेभिर्मन्दिष्ठो वाजानां च वाजपतिः हरिवान्त्सुतानां सखा
Indra is most delighted by hymns; he is the lord of prizes and the companion of the Soma-pressed, with tawny steeds.
आ याह्युप नः सुतं वाजेभिर्मा हृणीयथाः महां इव युवजानिः
Come to us, approach our Soma with prizes; do not turn away, as a mighty youth.
कदा वसो स्तोत्रं हर्यत आ अव श्मशा रुधद्वाः दीर्घं सुतम् वाताप्याय
When, O gracious one, will the praised hymn please you? Come to us, O Rudhadvāh, for the long-pressed Soma, for refreshment.
ब्राह्मणादिन्द्र राधसः पिबा सोममृतूं रनु तवेदं सख्यमस्तृतम्
Indra, drink the Soma for the Brahman's generosity; follow the seasons. This friendship of yours is unbroken.
वयं घा ते अपि स्मसि स्तोतार इन्द्र गिर्वणः त्वं नो जिन्व सोमपाः
We indeed are your singers, Indra, O lover of song; you, O Soma-drinker, conquer for us.