Sama Veda

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.

अ पुरूतमं पुरूणामीशानं वार्याणाम् च् इन्द्रं सोमे सचा सुते

With the Soma pressed, we seek Indra, the most bountiful of the bountiful, the lord of treasures.

अ स घा नो योग आ भुवत्स राये स पुरन्ध्या च् गमद्वाजेभिरा स नः

May he indeed become our ally for wealth, may he come with the Purandhi gifts, may he come to us with his banners.

अ योगेयोगे तवस्तरं वाजेवाजे हवामहे च् सखाय इन्द्रमूतये

In every contest and every battle for prize, we call you, Indra, our friend, for help.

अ अनु प्रत्नस्यौकसो हुवे तुविप्रतिं नरम् च् यं ते पूर्वं पिता हुवे

I call upon the ancient home, the mighty man of abundant gifts, whom your father called before you.

अ आ घा गमद्यदि श्रवत्सहस्रिणीभिरूतिभिः च् वाजेभिरुप नो हवम्

May he indeed come, if he hears, with a thousandfold aid, with his banners, to our invocation.

अ इन्द्र सुतेषु सोमेषु क्रतुं पुनीष उक्थ्यम् च् विदे वृधस्य दक्षस्य महां हि षः

Indra, in the pressed Somas, purify your strength and your hymn-worthy power; know the great skill of the ancient wise one.

अ स प्रथमे व्योमनि देवानां सदने वृधः च् सुपारः सुश्रवस्तमः समप्सुजित्

He, the ancient one, in the first heaven, in the seat of the gods, is renowned, most glorious, victorious in contests.

अ तमु हुवे वाजसातय इन्द्रं भराय शुष्मिणम् च् भवा नः सुम्ने अन्तमः सखा वृधे

I call upon that Indra, mighty in strength, for the winning of wealth; be most gracious to us, friend, for increase.

अ एना वो अग्निं नमसोर्जो नपातमा हुवे च् प्रियं चेतिष्ठमरतिं स्वध्वरं विश्वस्य दूतममृतम्

With this reverence I call Agni, the offspring of strength, beloved, most swift, righteous, immortal, the messenger of all.

अ स योजते अरुषा विश्वभोजसा स दुद्रवत्स्वाहुतः च् सुब्रह्मा यज्ञः सुशमी वसूनां देवं राधो जनानाम्

He is yoked with red steeds, all-providing, swiftly summoned by the offering; the noble sacrifice, well-ordered, brings the wealth of the gods to the people.