इन्द्रो मदाय वावृधे शवसे वृत्रहा नृभिः तमिन्महत्स्वाजिषूतिमर्भे हवामहे स वाजेषु प्र नो ऽविषत्
Indra grew strong for delight, for might, the slayer of Vritra, with men; we call upon him in great battle, let him come to us in victory.
इन्द्र तुभ्यमिदद्रिवो ऽनुत्तं वज्रिन्वीर्यम् यद्ध त्यं मायिनं मृगं तव त्यन्माययावधीरर्चन्ननु स्वराज्यम्
Indra, for you, O stone-pressed, is this unmatched heroism, O Vajra-holder; when you killed that cunning beast with your cunning, following the sovereignty of the sun.
प्रेह्यभीहि धृष्णुहि न ते वज्रो नि यंसते इन्द्र नृम्णं हि ते शवो हनो वृत्रं जया अपो ऽर्चन्ननु स्वराज्यम्
Go forth, come near, be bold; your thunderbolt does not fail; Indra, your heroism is strength, slay the Vritra, conquer the waters, following the sovereignty of the sun.
यदुदीरत आजयो धृष्णवे धीयते धनम् युङ्क्ष्वा मदच्युता हरी कं हनः कं वसौ दधो ऽस्मां इन्द्र वसौ दधः
When the victorious ones rise, wealth is given to the bold; harness the horses moved by delight, slay whom you wish, grant wealth to whom you wish; for us, Indra, grant wealth.
अक्षन्नमीमदन्त ह्यव प्रिया अधूषत अस्तोषत स्वभानवो विप्रा नविष्ठया मती योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
They have not failed, nor have they faltered; indeed, the beloved ones have not been harmed, nor have they been diminished. The self-luminous sages, with ever-new insight, yoke, O Indra, your two steeds.
उपो षु शृणुही गिरो मघवन्मातथा इव कदा नः सूनृतावतः कर इदर्थयास इद्योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
Hear our songs, O bountiful one, as a mother listens; when will you make us, who speak well, prosper? For this purpose, let your two steeds be yoked, O Indra.
चन्द्रमा अप्स्वान्तरा सुपर्णो धावते दिवि न वो हिरण्यनेमयः पदं विन्दन्ति विद्युतो वित्तं मे अस्य रोदसी
The moon is within the waters; the splendid bird runs in the sky; your golden-wheeled ones find their path like lightning. The two worlds are aware of his wealth.
प्रति प्रियतमं रथं वृषणं वसुवाहनम् स्तोता वामश्विनावृशि स्तोमेभिर्भूषति प्रति माध्वी मम श्रुतं हवम्
To you, O Ashvins, the praiser adorns your most beloved, mighty chariot, the bringer of wealth, with hymns; listen to my sweet invocation.
आ ते अग्न इधीमहि द्युमन्तं देवाजरम् युद्ध स्या ते पनीयसी समिद्दीदयति द्यवीषं स्तोतृभ्य आ भर
To you, O Agni, we kindle the ever-youthful, radiant god. In battle, your most precious flame shines forth; bring the heavenly portion to the worshippers.
आग्निं न स्ववृक्तिभिर्होतारं त्वा वृणीमहे शीरं पावकशोचिषं वि वो मदे यज्ञेषु स्तीर्णबर्हिषं विवक्षसे
With our own praises, we choose you, Agni, as the Hotar, wise, with shining flames. In your joy, at the sacrifices, on the strewn grass, bring forth the offering.
महे नो अद्य बोधयोषो राये दिवित्मती यथा चिन्नो अबोधयः सत्यश्रवसि वाय्ये सुजाते अश्वसूनृते
Awaken us today, O Dawn, to great wealth, full of light, as you have awakened us before. In truth-speaking, in nobility, in good birth, in the gift of horses, and in gracious speech.
भद्रं नो अपि वातय मनो दक्षमुत क्रतुम् अथा ते सख्ये अन्धसो वि वो मदे रणा गावो न यवसे विवक्षसे
May you send us good fortune, O mind; grant us skill and wisdom. Thus, in your friendship and in your exhilaration, may you bring forth, as cows to pasture, the gifts we desire.
क्रत्वा महां अनुष्वधं भीम आ वावृते शवः श्रिय ऋष्व उपाकयोर्नि शिप्री हरिवां दधे हस्तयोर्वज्रमायसम्
By his power, the mighty one, following his resolve, has increased in strength; the lofty one, adorned with glory, has placed the iron thunderbolt in the hands of the tawny, golden-bearded one.
स घा तं वृषणं रथमधि तिष्ठाति गोविदम् यः पात्रं हारियोजनं पूर्णमिन्द्रा चिकेतति योजा न्विन्द्र ते हरी
He indeed mounts that mighty, wealth-bringing chariot, who fills the cup with the exhilarating draught for Indra. Let your two steeds be yoked, O Indra.
अग्निं तं मन्ये यो वसुरस्तं यं यन्ति धेनवः अस्तमर्वन्त आशवो ऽस्तं नित्यासो वाजिन इषं स्तोतृभ्य आ भर
I consider that Agni to be the treasure, to whom the cows go, to whom the swift horses and the ever-victorious steeds go. Bring nourishment to the worshippers.
न तमंहो न दुरितं देवासो अष्ट मर्त्यम् सजोषसो यमर्यमा मित्रो नयति वरुणो अति द्विषः
No harm, no misfortune comes to that mortal whom the gods, united, Aryaman, Mitra, and Varuna, lead beyond his enemies.
परि प्र धन्वेन्द्राय सोम स्वादुर्मित्राय पूष्णे भगाय
Flow around, O Soma, sweet for Indra, for Mitra, for Pūṣan, for Bhaga.
पर्यू षु प्र धन्व वाजसातये परि वृत्राणि सक्षणिः द्विषस्तरध्या ऋणया न ईरसे
Flow all around, O Soma, for the gaining of strength; break through the obstacles, as one who conquers foes, run past the haters as a debtor flees.
पवस्व सोम महान्त्समुद्रः पिता देवानां विश्वाभि धाम
Flow, O Soma, as the great ocean, father of the gods, encompassing all abodes.
पवस्व सोम महे दक्षायाश्वो न निक्तो वाजी धनाय
Flow, O Soma, for great skill, like a harnessed steed striving for wealth.
इन्दुः पविष्ट चारुर्मदायापामुपस्थे कविर्भगाय
The drop, beautiful, has entered the filter for exhilaration, in the lap of the waters, as a sage, for Bhaga.
अनु हि त्वा सुतं सोम मदामसि महे समर्यराज्ये वाजां अभि पवमान प्र गाहसे
Truly, we rejoice in you, Soma, pressed for exhilaration, for the great sovereignty; O flowing one, you advance toward strength.
क ईं व्यक्ता नरः सनीडा रुद्रस्य मर्या अथ स्वश्वाः
Who indeed, manifest, is the man close to Rudra, mortal or self-horsed?
अग्ने तमद्याश्वं न स्तोमैः क्रतुं न भद्रं हृदिस्पृशम् ऋध्यामा त ओहैः
Agni, may we attain with praises that swift horse today, that noble power, touching the heart, by your favors.
आविर्मर्या आ वाजं वाजिनो अग्मं देवस्य सवितुः सवम् स्वर्गां अर्वन्तो जयत
The heroes have become manifest; we have reached the prize, the strength of the strong, the power of the god Savitar; may the swift ones win the heavenly realm.
पवस्व सोम द्युम्नी सुधारो महां अवीनामनुपूर्व्यः
Flow, Soma, with glory, well-purifying, great, ever-new, following the ancient path.
पञ्चम द्वितीयो ऽर्धः विश्वतोदावन्विश्वतो न आ भर यं त्वा शविष्ठमीमहे
The second half is the fifth; from every side, bring to us from all directions that most powerful one whom we invoke.
एष ब्रह्मा य ऋत्विय इन्द्रो नाम श्रुतो गृणे
This is the priest, the officiant, whom I praise as Indra, famed by name.
ब्रह्माण इन्द्रं महयन्तो हन्तवा उ
Exalting Indra with the priestly power, they would slay (the foe).
अनवस्ते रथमश्वाय तक्षुस्त्वष्टा वज्रं पुरुहूत द्युमन्तम्
Tvaṣṭṛ, the fashioner, made the chariot for the horse, the shining thunderbolt for you, O much-invoked one.