acchā ma indram matayaḥ svarvidaḥ sadhrīcīr viśvā uśatīr anūṣata | pari ṣvajante janayo yathā patim maryaṃ na śundhyum maghavānam ūtaye ||
In perfect unison all yearning hymns of mine that find the light of heaven have sung forth Indra's praise. As wives embrace their lord, the comely bridegroom, so they compass Maghavan about that he may help.
न घा त्वद्रिग् अप वेति मे मनस् त्वे इत् कामम् पुरुहूत शिश्रय । राजेव दस्म नि षदो ऽधि बर्हिष्य् अस्मिन् सु सोमे ऽवपानम् अस्तु ते ॥
na ghā tvadrig apa veti me manas tve it kāmam puruhūta śiśraya | rājeva dasma ni ṣado 'dhi barhiṣy asmin su some 'vapānam astu te ||
Directed unto thee my spirit never strays, for I have set my hopes on thee, O Much-invoked! Sit, Wonderful! as King upon the sacred grass, and let thy drinking-place be by the Soma juice.
viṣūvṛd indro amater uta kṣudhaḥ sa id rāyo maghavā vasva īśate | tasyed ime pravaṇe sapta sindhavo vayo vardhanti vṛṣabhasya śuṣmiṇaḥ ||
From indigence and hunger Indra turns away: Maghavan hath dominion over precious wealth. These the Seven Rivers flowing on their downward path increase the vital vigour of the potent Steer.
As on the fair-leafed tree rest birds, to Indra flow the gladdening Soma juices that the bowls contain. Their face that glows with splendour through their mighty power hath found the shine of heaven for man, the Aryas' light.
कृतं न श्वघ्नी वि चिनोति देवने संवर्गं यन् मघवा सूर्यं जयत् । न तत् ते अन्यो अनु वीर्यं शकन् न पुराणो मघवन् नोत नूतनः ॥
kṛtaṃ na śvaghnī vi cinoti devane saṃvargaṃ yan maghavā sūryaṃ jayat | na tat te anyo anu vīryaṃ śakan na purāṇo maghavan nota nūtanaḥ ||
As in the game a gambler piles his winnings, so Maghavan, sweeping all together, gained the Sun This mighty deed of thine none other could achieve, none, Maghavan, before thee, none in recent time.
viśaṃ-viśam maghavā pary aśāyata janānāṃ dhenā avacākaśad vṛṣā | yasyāha śakraḥ savaneṣu raṇyati sa tīvraiḥ somaiḥ sahate pṛtanyataḥ ||
Maghavan came by turns to all the tribes of men: the Steer took notice of the people's songs of praise. The man in whose libations Sakra hath delight by means of potent Somas vanquisheth his foes.
āpo na sindhum abhi yat samakṣaran somāsa indraṃ kulyā iva hradam | vardhanti viprā maho asya sādane yavaṃ na vṛṣṭir divyena dānunā ||
When Soma streams together unto Indra flow like waters to the river, rivulets to the lake, In place of sacrifice sages exalt his might, as the rain swells the corn by moisture sent from heaven.
वृषा न क्रुद्धः पतयद् रजस्स्व् आ यो अर्यपत्नीर् अकृणोद् इमा अपः । स सुन्वते मघवा जीरदानवे ऽविन्दज् ज्योतिर् मनवे हविष्मते ॥
vṛṣā na kruddhaḥ patayad rajassv ā yo aryapatnīr akṛṇod imā apaḥ | sa sunvate maghavā jīradānave 'vindaj jyotir manave haviṣmate ||
He rushes through the region like a furious Bull, he who hath made these floods the dames of worthy lords. This Maghavan hath found light for the man who brings oblation, sheds the juice, and promptly pours his gifts.
Let the keen axe come forth together with the light: here be, as erst, the teeming cow of sacrifice. Let the Red God shine bright with his refulgent ray, and let the Lord of heroes glow like heaven's clear sheen.
O Much-invoked, may we subdue all famine and evil want with store of grain and cattle. May we allied, as first in rank, with princes obtain possessions by our own exertion.
Brhaspati protect us from the rearward, and from above, and from below, from sinners. May Indra from the front, and from the centre, as Friend to friends, vouchsafe us room and freedom.