Sama Veda

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.

न हि वश्चरमं च न वसिष्ठः परिमंस्ते अस्माकमद्य मरुतः सुते सचा विश्वे पिबन्तु कामिनः

Neither the last nor the foremost, nor Vasiṣṭha himself, can surpass us; today, Maruts, at the Soma-pressing, let all who desire, drink together.

मा चिदन्यद्वि शंसत सखायो मा रिषण्यत इन्द्रमित्स्तोता वृषणं सचा सुते मुहुरुक्था च शंसत

Speak nothing else, friends, do not go astray; praise only Indra, the mighty, at the Soma-pressing—again and again, sing his praises.

तृतीय द्वितीयो ऽर्धः न किष्टं कर्मणा नशद्यश्चकार सदावृधम् इन्द्रं न यज्ञैर्विश्वगूर्तमृभ्वसमधृष्टं धृष्णुमोजसा

Neither the third nor the second part of the work is lost; he has accomplished the ever-growing Indra—by sacrifices, Indra, famed everywhere, unconquered, strong with might.

य ऋते चिदभिश्रिषः पुरा जत्रुभ्य आतृदः सन्धाता सन्धिं मघवा पुरूवसुर्निष्कर्ता विह्रुतं पुनः

He alone, even without others, was the supporter before, who gave strength to the limbs; Maghavan, the generous, the joiner, the restorer, who brings back what was lost.

आ त्वा सहस्रमा शतं युक्ता रथे हिरण्यये ब्रह्मयुजो हरय इन्द्र केशिनो वहन्तु सोमपीतये

To you, Indra, let a thousand and a hundred golden-yoked, long-maned steeds, yoked by prayer, bring you on the chariot for the drinking of Soma.

आ मन्द्रैरिन्द्र हरिभिर्याहि मयूररोमभिः मा त्वा के चिन्नि येमुरिन्न पाशिनो ऽति धन्वेव तां इहि

Come, Indra, with your splendid, peacock-maned bays; let none restrain you, not even those with snares—come straight here, as an arrow flies.

त्वमङ्ग प्र शंसिषो देवः शविष्ठ मर्त्यम् न त्वदन्यो मघवन्नस्ति मर्डितेन्द्र ब्रवीमि ते वचः

You alone, indeed, are praised, O god most mighty, among mortals; there is no other helper like you, Maghavan—Indra, I speak these words to you.

त्वमिन्द्र यशा अस्यृजीषी शवसस्पतिः त्वं वृत्राणि हंस्यप्रतीन्येक इत्पुर्वनुत्तश्चर्षणीधृतिः

You, Indra, are the lord of glory, the master of strength; you alone slay all adversaries, ever the foremost, upholding the people with unmatched power.

इन्द्रमिद्देवतातय इन्द्रं प्रयत्यध्वरे इन्द्रं समीके वनिनो हवामह इन्द्रं धनस्य सातये

To Indra alone, at every sacrifice, at every gathering, do we call; to Indra for the winning of wealth, to Indra, the god, do we offer our invocations.

इमा उ त्वा पुरूवसो गिरो या मम पावकवर्णाः शुचयो विपश्चितो ऽभि स्तोमैरनूषत

These songs, O generous one, these bright, pure, and wise hymns of mine, have reached you, shining with praise.