प्र ते महे विदथे शंसिषं हरी प्र ते वन्वे वनुषो हर्यतम् मदम् । घृतं न यो हरिभिश् चारु सेचत आ त्वा विशन्तु हरिवर्पसं गिरः ॥
pra te mahe vidathe śaṃsiṣaṃ harī pra te vanve vanuṣo haryatam madam | ghṛtaṃ na yo haribhiś cāru secata ā tvā viśantu harivarpasaṃ giraḥ ||
In the great synod will I laud thy two Bay Steeds: I prize the sweet strong drink of thee the Warrior-God, His who pours lovely oil as 'twere with yellow drops. Let my songs enter thee whose form hath golden tints.
हरिं हि योनिम् अभि ये समस्वरन् हिन्वन्तो हरी दिव्यं यथा सदः । आ यम् पृणन्ति हरिभिर् न धेनव इन्द्राय शूषं हरिवन्तम् अर्चत ॥
hariṃ hi yonim abhi ye samasvaran hinvanto harī divyaṃ yathā sadaḥ | ā yam pṛṇanti haribhir na dhenava indrāya śūṣaṃ harivantam arcata ||
Ye who in concert sing unto the gold hued place, like Bay Steeds driving onward to the heavenly seat, For Indra laud ye strength allied with Tawny Steeds, laud him whom cows content as 'twere with yellow drops.
सो अस्य वज्रो हरितो य आयसो हरिर् निकामो हरिर् आ गभस्त्योः । द्युम्नी सुशिप्रो हरिमन्युसायक इन्द्रे नि रूपा हरिता मिमिक्षिरे ॥
so asya vajro harito ya āyaso harir nikāmo harir ā gabhastyoḥ | dyumnī suśipro harimanyusāyaka indre ni rūpā haritā mimikṣire ||
His is that thunderbolt, of iron, golden hued, gold-coloured, very dear, and yellow in his arms; Bright with strong teeth, destroying with its tawny rage. In Indra are set fast all forms of golden hue.
divi na ketur adhi dhāyi haryato vivyacad vajro harito na raṃhyā | tudad ahiṃ hariśipro ya āyasaḥ sahasraśokā abhavad dharimbharaḥ ||
As if a lovely ray were laid upon the sky, the golden thunderbolt spread out as in a race. That iron bolt with yellow jaw smote Ahi down. A thousand flames had he who bore the tawny-hued.
Thou, thou, when praised by men who sacrificed of old. hadst pleasure in their lauds, O Indra golden-haired. All that befits thy song of praise thou welcomest, the perfect pleasant gift, O Golden-hued from birth.
tā vajriṇam mandinaṃ stomyam mada indraṃ rathe vahato haryatā harī | purūṇy asmai savanāni haryata indrāya somā harayo dadhanvire ||
These two dear Bays bring hither Indra on his car, Thunder-armed, joyous, meet for laud, to drink his fill. Many libations flow for him who loveth them: to Indra have the gold-hued Soma juices run.
araṃ kāmāya harayo dadhanvire sthirāya hinvan harayo harī turā | arvadbhir yo haribhir joṣam īyate so asya kāmaṃ harivantam ānaśe ||
The gold-hued drops have flowed to gratify his wish: the yellow drops have urged the swift Bays to the Strong. He who speeds on with Bay Steeds even as he lists hath satisfied his longing for the golden drops.
हरिश्मशारुर् हरिकेश आयसस् तुरस्पेये यो हरिपा अवर्धत । अर्वद्भिर् यो हरिभिर् वाजिनीवसुर् अति विश्वा दुरिता पारिषद् धरी ॥
hariśmaśārur harikeśa āyasas turaspeye yo haripā avardhata | arvadbhir yo haribhir vājinīvasur ati viśvā duritā pāriṣad dharī ||
At the swift draught the Soma-drinker waxed in might, the Iron One with yellow beard and yellow hair. He, Lord of Tawny Coursers, Lord of fleet-foot Mares, will bear his Bay Steeds safely over all distress.
His yellow-coloured jaws, like ladles move apart, what time, for strength, he makes the yellow-tinted stir, When, while the bowl stands there, he grooms his Tawny Steeds, when he hath drunk strong drink, the sweet juice that he loves.
Yea, to the Dear One's seat in homes of heaven and earth the Bay Steeds' Lord hath whinnied like a horse for food. Then the great wish hath seized upon him mightily, and the Beloved One hath gained high power of life,
ā rodasī haryamāṇo mahitvā navyaṃ-navyaṃ haryasi manma nu priyam | pra pastyam asura haryataṃ gor āviṣ kṛdhi haraye sūryāya ||
Thou, comprehending with thy might the earth and heaven, acceptest the dear hymn for ever new and new. O Asura, disclose thou and make visible the Cow's beloved home to the bright golden Sun.
O Indra, let the eager wishes of the folk bring thee, delightful, golden-visored, on thy car, That, pleased with sacrifice wherein ten fingers toil, thou mayest, at the feast, drink of our offered meath.
Juices aforetime, Lord of Bays, thou drankest; and thine especially is this libation. Gladden thee, Indra, with the meath-rich Soma: pour it down ever, Mighty One! within thee.