Sama Veda

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.

एन्द्र पृक्षु कासु चिन्नृम्णं तनूषु धेहि नः सत्राजिदुग्र पौंस्यम्

Indra, place heroism in our bodies, even among the clans; grant us the mighty strength of Satrājit.

एवा ह्यसि वीरयुरेवा शूर उत स्थिरः एवा ते राध्यं मनः

Thus you are heroic, thus you are strong, O champion; thus your mind is fit for giving.

अभि त्वा शूर नोनुमो ऽदुग्धा इव धेनवः ईशानमस्य जगतः स्वर्दृशमीशानमिन्द्र तस्थुषः

We praise you, O champion, as cows praise the unmilked one; lord of the moving world, lord of the steadfast, Indra, seer of the sun.

त्वामिद्धि हवामहे सातौ वाजस्य कार्वः त्वां वृत्रेष्विन्द्र सत्पतिं नरस्त्वां काष्ठास्वर्वतः

We invoke you, Indra, for the prize, O leader of the people; in battles, Indra, you are the true lord; men invoke you at the ends, O possessor of the sun.

अभि प्र वः सुराधसमिन्द्रमर्च यथा विदे यो जरितृभ्यो मघवा पुरूवसुः सहस्रेणेव शिक्षति

Now praise Indra, the bestower of divine gifts, as is fitting—he who is renowned among singers, the generous Maghavan, who grants wealth as if by the thousands.

तं वो दस्ममृतीषहं वसोर्मन्दानमन्धसः अभि वत्सं न स्वसरेषु धेनव इन्द्रं गीर्भिर्नवामहे

We call to you that mighty, unfailing Indra, the delight of the generous, the bringer of joy—let us praise him with songs, as cows call to their calf in the stalls.

तरोभिर्वो विदद्वसुमिन्द्रं सबाध ऊतये बृहद्गायन्तः सुतसोमे अध्वरे हुवे भरं न कारिणम्

With your songs, seek out Indra, the giver of wealth, for help in distress; singing loudly at the Soma-pressing, I call the supporter, as a worker calls for his wage.

तरणिरित्सिषासति वाजं पुरन्ध्या युजा आ व इन्द्रं पुरुहूतं नमे गिरा नेमिं तष्टेव सुद्रुवम्

The swift one strives to win the prize, yoked with Purandhi; I bow to you, Indra, much-invoked, with my song—firm as a well-shaped wheel.

पिबा सुतस्य रसिनो मत्स्वा न इन्द्र गोमतः आपिर्नो बोधि सधमाद्ये वृधे ऽस्मां अवन्तु ते धियः

Drink of the pressed, exhilarating Soma, delight in it, O Indra rich in cattle; be our ally in the shared feast, may your thoughts protect and strengthen us.

त्वं ह्येहि चेरवे विदा भगं वसुत्तये उद्वावृषस्व मघवन्गविष्टय उदिन्द्राश्वमिष्टये

Come here, indeed, for friendship, grant us a share of wealth; rise up, Maghavan, for the winning of cows, rise, Indra, for the gaining of horses.