वने न वा यो न्य् अधायि चाकञ् छुचिर् वां स्तोमो भुरणाव् अजीगः । यस्येद् इन्द्रः पुरुदिनेषु होता नृणां नर्यो नृतमः क्षपावान् ॥
vane na vā yo ny adhāyi cākañ chucir vāṃ stomo bhuraṇāv ajīgaḥ | yasyed indraḥ purudineṣu hotā nṛṇāṃ naryo nṛtamaḥ kṣapāvān ||
As sits the young bird on the tree rejoicing, ye, swift Pair, have been roused by clear laudation, Whose Herald-Priest through many days is Indra, earth's Guardian, Friend of men, the best of Heroes.
pra te asyā uṣasaḥ prāparasyā nṛtau syāma nṛtamasya nṛṇām | anu triśokaḥ śatam āvahan nṝn kutsena ratho yo asat sasavān ||
May we, when this Dawn and the next dance hither, be thy best servants, most heroic Hero! Let the victorious car with triple splendour bring hitherward the hundred chiefs with Kutsa.
कस् ते मद इन्द्र रन्त्यो भूद् दुरो गिरो अभ्य् उग्रो वि धाव । कद् वाहो अर्वाग् उप मा मनीषा आ त्वा शक्याम् उपमं राधो अन्नैः ॥
kas te mada indra rantyo bhūd duro giro abhy ugro vi dhāva | kad vāho arvāg upa mā manīṣā ā tvā śakyām upamaṃ rādho annaiḥ ||
What was the gladdening draught that pleased thee, Indra? Speed through our doors to songs, for thou art mighty. Why comest thou to me, what gift attracts thee? Fain would I bring thee food most meet to offer.
कद् उ द्युम्नम् इन्द्र त्वावतो नॄन् कया धिया करसे कन् न आगन् । मित्रो न सत्य उरुगाय भृत्या अन्ने समस्य यद् असन् मनीषाः ॥
kad u dyumnam indra tvāvato nṝn kayā dhiyā karase kan na āgan | mitro na satya urugāya bhṛtyā anne samasya yad asan manīṣāḥ ||
Indra, what fame hath one like thee mid heroes? With what plan wilt thou act? Why hast thou sought us? As a true Friend, Wide-Strider! to sustain us, since food absorbs the thought of each among us.
प्रेरय सूरो अर्थं न पारं ये अस्य कामं जनिधा इव ग्मन् । गिरश् च ये ते तुविजात पूर्वीर् नर इन्द्र प्रतिशिक्षन्त्य् अन्नैः ॥
preraya sūro arthaṃ na pāraṃ ye asya kāmaṃ janidhā iva gman | giraś ca ye te tuvijāta pūrvīr nara indra pratiśikṣanty annaiḥ ||
Speed happily those, as Surya ends his journey, who meet his wish as bridegrooms meet their spouses; Men who present, O Indra strong by nature, with food the many songs that tell thy praises.
मात्रे नु ते सुमिते इन्द्र पूर्वी द्यौर् मज्मना पृथिवी काव्येन । वराय ते घृतवन्तः सुतासः स्वाद्मन् भवन्तु पीतये मधूनि ॥
mātre nu te sumite indra pūrvī dyaur majmanā pṛthivī kāvyena | varāya te ghṛtavantaḥ sutāsaḥ svādman bhavantu pītaye madhūni ||
Thine are two measures, Indra, wide-well meted, heaven for thy majesty, earth for thy wisdom. Here for thy choice are Somas mixed with butter: may the sweet meath be pleasant for thy drinking.
आ मध्वो अस्मा असिचन्न् अमत्रम् इन्द्राय पूर्णं स हि सत्यराधाः । स वावृधे वरिमन्न् आ पृथिव्या अभि क्रत्वा नर्यः पौंस्यैश् च ॥
ā madhvo asmā asicann amatram indrāya pūrṇaṃ sa hi satyarādhāḥ | sa vāvṛdhe varimann ā pṛthivyā abhi kratvā naryaḥ pauṃsyaiś ca ||
They have poured out a bowl to him, to Indra, full of sweet juice, for faithful is his bounty. O'er earth's expanse hath he grown great by wisdom, the Friend of man, and by heroic exploits.
Indra hath conquered in his wars, the Mighty: men strive in multitudes to win his friendship. Ascend thy chariot as it were in battle, which thou shalt drive to us with gracious favour.