Sama Veda

अ पुञ्जन्ति हरी इषिरस्य गाथयोरौ रथ उरुयुगे वचोयुजा च् इन्द्रवाहा स्वर्विदा

The two bays, yoked to the wide-wheeled chariot, gather at the songs of the inspired; harnessed by words, they bear Indra, knower of light.

प्रथम द्वितीयो ऽर्धः अ पान्तमा वो अन्धस इन्द्रमभि प्र गायत च् विश्वासाहं शत्क्रतुं मंहिष्ठं चर्षणीनाम्

Sing forth to Indra, the drinker of Soma, for your draughts; he, all-conquering, of a hundred powers, is the greatest among men.

अ पुरुहूतं पुरुष्टुतं गाथान्यां सनश्रुतम् च् इन्द्र इति ब्रवीतन

Call him Indra, much-invoked, much-praised, ever-renowned in song.

अ इन्द्र इन्नो महोनां दाता वाजानां नृतुः च् महां अभिज्ञ्वा यमत्

Indra is for us the giver of great gifts, the bestower of prizes, the leader, mighty by his recognition.

अ प्र व इन्द्राय मादनं हर्यश्वाय गायत च् सखायः सोमपाव्ने

Sing your exhilaration to Indra, the tamer of horses, friends, for the drinker of Soma.

अ शंसेदुक्थं सुदानव उत द्युक्षं यथ नरः च् चकृमा सत्यराधसे

Let us praise the generous one with hymn and with strength, as men do, for the true benefactor.

अ त्वं न इन्द्र वाजयुस्त्वं गव्युः शतक्रतो च् त्वं हिरण्ययुर्वसो

You, Indra, are the giver of prizes, of cattle, O hundred-powered; you are the giver of gold, O wealthy one.

अ वयमु त्वा तदिदर्था इन्द्र त्वायन्तः सखायः च् कण्वा उक्थेभिर्जरन्ते

We, your friends, come to you, Indra, for this very purpose; the Kaṇvas rejoice in you with hymns.

अ न घेमन्यदा पपन वज्रिन्नपसो नविष्टौ च् तवेदु स्तोमैश्चिकेत

Never, O wielder of the bolt, have we failed in any contest or need; by your praises alone, you have recognized us.

अ इच्छन्ति देवाः सुन्वन्तं न स्वप्नाय स्पृहयन्ति च् यन्ति प्रमादमतन्द्राः

The gods desire the one who presses the Soma; they do not long for one who sleeps, and those who are ever-vigilant do not fall into negligence.

अ इन्द्राय मद्व्ने सुतं परि ष्टोभन्तु नो गिरः च् अर्कमर्च्चन्तु कारवः

Let our songs resound around the pressed Soma for Indra, the exhilarator; let the singers praise with hymns.

अ यस्मिन्विश्वा अधि श्रियो रणन्ति सप्त संसदः च् इन्द्रं सुते हवामहे

In whom all glories and the seven assemblies rejoice—upon that pressed Soma we call Indra.

अ त्रिकद्रुकेषु चेतनं देवासो यज्ञमत्नत च् नो गिरः

The gods, conscious at the three libations, have prepared the sacrifice; let our songs (be accepted).

अ अयं त इन्द्र सोमो निपूतो अधि बर्हिषि च् एहीमस्य द्रवा पिब

Here is your Soma, O Indra, purified and placed upon the sacred grass; come, hasten, and drink of it.

अ शाचिगो शाचिपूजनायं रणाय ते सुतः च् आखण्डल प्र हूयसे

This pressed Soma, prepared for your delight and contest, is for your enjoyment, O Śācī’s companion, O Ākhaṇḍala, you are invoked.

अ यस्ते शृङ्गवृषो णपात्प्रणपात्कुण्डपाय्यः च् न्यस्मिं दध्र आ मनः

That bull with horns, offspring of the waters, with a vessel for the libation—upon him you have set your mind.

अ आ तू न इन्द्र क्षुमन्तं चित्रं ग्राभं सं गृभाय च् महाहस्ति दक्षिणेन

Come to us, O Indra, grasp the splendid, abundant prize with your mighty right hand.

अ विद्मा हि त्वा तुविकूर्मिं तुविदेष्णं तुवीमघम् च् तुविमात्रमवोभिः

For we know you to be powerful in deeds, mighty in help, abundant in gifts, and vast in your aids.

अ न हि त्वा शूर देवा न मर्तासो दित्सन्तम् च् भीमं न गां वारयन्ते

Neither gods nor mortals restrain you, O hero, when you give; like a fearsome bull, none hold you back.

अ अभि त्वा वृषभा सुते सुतं सृजामि पीतये च् तृम्पा व्यश्नुही मदम्

For you, the bull, at the pressed Soma, I release the libation for drinking; be satisfied, partake fully of the exhilaration.

अ मा त्वा मूरा अविष्यवो मोपहस्वान आ दभन् च् मा कीं ब्रह्मद्विषं वनः

Let not the foolish, powerless, or mockers overpower you; do not let any enemy of prayer subdue you.

अ इह त्वा गोपरीणसं महे मन्दन्तु राधसे च् सरो गौरो यथा पिब

Here, like a cow with her calf, let them gladden you for great bounty; drink as a tawny one drinks from a lake.

अ इदम् वसो सुतमन्धः पिबा सुपूर्णमुदरम् च् अनाभयिन्ररिमा ते

Drink, O Lord, this pressed Soma, with your belly full; let no harm come to you, O Indra.

अ नृभिर्धौतः सुतो अश्नैरव्या वारैः परिपूतः च् अश्वो न निक्तो नदीषु

The pressed Soma, washed by men, purified by stones and filters, is like a horse set loose among the rivers.

अ तं ते यवं यथा गोभिः स्वादुमकर्म श्रीणन्तः च् इन्द्र त्वास्मिंत्सधमादे

That barley, sweetened with milk as you desire, O Indra, let them prepare for you in this assembly.

अ इदं ह्यन्वोजसा सुतं राधानां पते च् पिबा त्वास्य गिर्वणः

This pressed Soma, indeed, with strength, O Lord of gifts, drink of it, O song-loving one.

अ यस्ते अनु स्वधामसत्सुते नि यच्छ तन्वम् च् स त्वा ममत्तु सोम्यम्

Whatever is your proper portion in the pressed Soma, direct your being there; may that Soma exhilarate you.

अ प्र ते अश्नोतु कुक्ष्योः प्रेन्द्र ब्रह्मणा शिरः च् प्र बाहू शूर राधसा

Let not the head of the sacrifice reach your belly, Indra; let the arms, O hero, attain the gift through the power of the chant.

अ आ त्वेता नि षीदतेन्द्रमभि प्र गायत च् सखाय स्तोमवाहसः

Now let these friends, bearers of praise, sit down around you, Indra, and sing forth together.