etāyāmopa gavyanta indram asmākaṃ su pramatiṃ vāvṛdhāti | anāmṛṇaḥ kuvid ād asya rāyo gavāṃ ketam param āvarjate naḥ ||
Come, fain for booty let us seek to Indra: yet more shall he increase his care that guides us. Will not the Indestructible endow us with perfect knowledge of this wealth, of cattle?
uped ahaṃ dhanadām apratītaṃ juṣṭāṃ na śyeno vasatim patāmi | indraṃ namasyann upamebhir arkair ya stotṛbhyo havyo asti yāman ||
I fly to him invisible Wealth-giver as flies the falcon to his cherished eyrie, With fairest hymns of praise adoring Indra, whom those who laud him must invoke in battle.
Mid all his host, he bindeth on the quiver: he driveth cattle from what foe he pleaseth: Gathering up great store of riches, Indra. be thou no trafficker with us, most mighty.
Thou slewest with thy bolt the wealthy Dasyu, alone, yet going with thy helpers, Indra! Far from the floor of heaven in all directions, the ancient riteless ones fled to destruction.
parā cic chīrṣā vavṛjus ta indrāyajvāno yajvabhi spardhamānāḥ | pra yad divo hariva sthātar ugra nir avratāṃ adhamo rodasyoḥ ||
Fighting with pious worshippers, the riteless turned and fled, Indra! with averted faces. When thou, fierce Lord of the Bay Steeds, the Stayer, blewest from earth and heaven and sky the godless.
They met in fight the army of the blameless: then the Navagvas put forth all their power. They, like emasculates with men contending, fled, conscious, by steep paths from Indra, scattered.
Whether they weep or laugh, thou hast o'erthrown them, O Indra, on the sky's extremest limit. The Dasyu thou hast burned from heaven, and welcomed the prayer of him who pours the juice and lauds thee.
चक्राणासः परीणहम् पृथिव्या हिरण्येन मणिना शुम्भमानाः । न हिन्वानासस् तितिरुस् त इन्द्रम् परि स्पशो अदधात् सूर्येण ॥
cakrāṇāsaḥ parīṇaham pṛthivyā hiraṇyena maṇinā śumbhamānāḥ | na hinvānāsas titirus ta indram pari spaśo adadhāt sūryeṇa ||
Adorned with their array of gold and jewels, they o'er the earth a covering veil extended. Although they hastened, they o'ercame not Indra: their spies he compassed with the Sun of morning.
परि यद् इन्द्र रोदसी उभे अबुभोजीर् महिना विश्वतः सीम् । अमन्यमानां अभि मन्यमानैर् निर् ब्रह्मभिर् अधमो दस्युम् इन्द्र ॥
pari yad indra rodasī ubhe abubhojīr mahinā viśvataḥ sīm | amanyamānāṃ abhi manyamānair nir brahmabhir adhamo dasyum indra ||
As thou enjoyest heaven and earth, O Indra, on every side surrounded with thy greatness, So thou with priests bast blown away the Dasyu, and those who worship not with those who worship.
न ये दिवः पृथिव्या अन्तम् आपुर् न मायाभिर् धनदाम् पर्यभूवन् । युजं वज्रं वृषभश् चक्र इन्द्रो निर् ज्योतिषा तमसो गा अदुक्षत् ॥
na ye divaḥ pṛthivyā antam āpur na māyābhir dhanadām paryabhūvan | yujaṃ vajraṃ vṛṣabhaś cakra indro nir jyotiṣā tamaso gā adukṣat ||
They who pervaded earth's extremest limit subdued not with their charms the Wealth-bestower: Indra, the Bull, made his ally the thunder, and with its light milked cows from out the darkness.
अनु स्वधाम् अक्षरन्न् आपो अस्यावर्धत मध्य आ नाव्यानाम् । सध्रीचीनेन मनसा तम् इन्द्र ओजिष्ठेन हन्मनाहन्न् अभि द्यून् ॥
anu svadhām akṣarann āpo asyāvardhata madhya ā nāvyānām | sadhrīcīnena manasā tam indra ojiṣṭhena hanmanāhann abhi dyūn ||
The waters flowed according to their nature; he raid the navigable streams waxed mighty. Then Indra, with his spirit concentrated, smote him for ever with his strongest weapon.
ny āvidhyad ilībiśasya dṛḷhā vi śṛṅgiṇam abhinac chuṣṇam indraḥ | yāvat taro maghavan yāvad ojo vajreṇa śatrum avadhīḥ pṛtanyum ||
Indra broke through Ilibisa's strong castles, and Susna with his horn he cut to pieces: Thou, Maghavan, for all his might and swiftness, slewest thy fighting foeman with thy thunder
abhi sidhmo ajigād asya śatrūn vi tigmena vṛṣabheṇā puro 'bhet | saṃ vajreṇāsṛjad vṛtram indraḥ pra svām matim atirac chāśadānaḥ ||
Fierce on his enemies fell Indra's weapon: with. his sharp bull he rent their forts in pieces. He with his thunderbolt dealt blows on Vrtra; and conquered, executing all his purpose.
Indra, thou helpest Kutsa whom thou lovedst, and guardedst brave Dagadyu when he battled, The dust of trampling horses rose to heaven, and Svitra's son stood up again for conquest.
Svitra's mild steer, O Maghavan thou helpest in combat for the land, mid Tugra's houses. Long stood they there before the task was ended: thou wast the master of the foemen's treasure.