I AM prepared to laud with song or worship the Noble Ones who are in earth and heaven, Or Coursers who have triumphed in, the contest, or those who famed, have won the prize with glory.
hava eṣām asuro nakṣata dyāṃ śravasyatā manasā niṃsata kṣām | cakṣāṇā yatra suvitāya devā dyaur na vārebhiḥ kṛṇavanta svaiḥ ||
Their call, the call of Gods, went up to heaven: they kissed the ground with glory-seeking spirit, There where the Gods look on for happy fortune, and like the kindly heavens bestow their bounties.
इयम् एषाम् अमृतानां गीः सर्वताता ये कृपणन्त रत्नम् । धियं च यज्ञं च साधन्तस् ते नो धान्तु वसव्यम् असामि ॥
iyam eṣām amṛtānāṃ gīḥ sarvatātā ye kṛpaṇanta ratnam | dhiyaṃ ca yajñaṃ ca sādhantas te no dhāntu vasavyam asāmi ||
This is the song of those Immortal Beings who long for treasures in their full perfection. May these, completing prayers and sacrifices, bestow upon us wealth where naught is wanting.
आ तत् त इन्द्रायवः पनन्ताभि य ऊर्वं गोमन्तं तितृत्सान् । सकृत्स्वं ये पुरुपुत्राम् महीं सहस्रधाराम् बृहतीं दुदुक्षन् ॥
ā tat ta indrāyavaḥ panantābhi ya ūrvaṃ gomantaṃ titṛtsān | sakṛtsvaṃ ye puruputrām mahīṃ sahasradhārām bṛhatīṃ dudukṣan ||
Those living men extolled thy deed, O Indra, those who would fain burst through the stall of cattle, Fain to milk her who bare but once, great, lofty, whose Sons are many and her streams past number.
Sacivan, win to your assistance Indra who never bends, who overcomes his foemen. Rbhuksan, Maghavan, the hymn's upholder, who, rich in food, bears man's kind friend, the thunder.
yad vāvāna purutamam purāṣāḷ ā vṛtrahendro nāmāny aprāḥ | aceti prāsahas patis tuviṣmān yad īm uśmasi kartave karat tat ||
Since he who won of old anew hath triumphed, Indra hath earned his name of Vrtra-slayer. He hath appeared, the mighty Lord of Conquest. What we would have him do let him accomplish.