tvam mahāṃ indra yo ha śuṣmair dyāvā jajñānaḥ pṛthivī ame dhāḥ | yad dha te viśvā girayaś cid abhvā bhiyā dṛḷhāsaḥ kiraṇā naijan ||
Thou art the Mighty One; when born, O Indra, with power thou terrifiedst earth and heaven; When, in their fear of thee, all firm-set mountains and monstrous creatures shook like dust before thee.
आ यद् धरी इन्द्र विव्रता वेर् आ ते वज्रं जरिता बाह्वोर् धात् । येनाविहर्यतक्रतो अमित्रान् पुर इष्णासि पुरुहूत पूर्वीः ॥
ā yad dharī indra vivratā ver ā te vajraṃ jaritā bāhvor dhāt | yenāviharyatakrato amitrān pura iṣṇāsi puruhūta pūrvīḥ ||
When thy two wandering Bays thou drawest hither, thy praiser laid within thine arms the thunder, Wherewith, O Much-invoked, in will resistless, thou smitest foemen down and many a castle.
Faithful art thou, these thou defiest, Indra; thou art the Rbhus' Lord, heroic, victor. Thou, by his side, for young and glorious Kutsa, with steed and car in battle slewest Susna,
tvaṃ ha tyad indra codīḥ sakhā vṛtraṃ yad vajrin vṛṣakarmann ubhnāḥ | yad dha śūra vṛṣamaṇaḥ parācair vi dasyūṃr yonāv akṛto vṛthāṣāṭ ||
That, as a friend, thou furtheredst, O Indra, when, Thunderer, strong in act, thou crushedst Vrtra; When, Hero, thou, great-souled, with easy conquest didst rend the Dasyus in their distant dwelling.
tvaṃ ha tyad indrāriṣaṇyan dṛḷhasya cin martānām ajuṣṭau | vy asmad ā kāṣṭhā arvate var ghaneva vajriñ chnathihy amitrān ||
This doest thou, and art not harmed, O Indra, e'en in the anger of the strongest mortal. Lay thou the race-course open for our horses: as with a club, slay, Thunder-armed! our foemen.
Hence men invoke thee, Indra, in the tumult of battle, in the light-bestowing conflict. This aid of thine, O Godlike One, was ever to be implored in deeds of might in combat.
Warring for Purukutsa thou, O Indra, Thunder-armed! breakest down the seven castles; Easily, for Sudas, like grass didst rend them, and out of need, King, broughtest gain to Puru.
त्वं त्यां न इन्द्र देव चित्राम् इषम् आपो न पीपयः परिज्मन् । यया शूर प्रत्य् अस्मभ्यं यंसि त्मनम् ऊर्जं न विश्वध क्षरध्यै ॥
tvaṃ tyāṃ na indra deva citrām iṣam āpo na pīpayaḥ parijman | yayā śūra praty asmabhyaṃ yaṃsi tmanam ūrjaṃ na viśvadha kṣaradhyai ||
O Indra, God who movest round about us, feed us with varied food plenteous as water- Food wherewithal, O Hero, thou bestowest vigour itself to flow to us for ever.
Prayers have been made by Gotamas, O Indra, addressed to thee, with laud for thy Bay Horses. Bring us in noble shape abundant riches. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.