ā yāhy arvāṅ upa vandhureṣṭhās taved anu pradivaḥ somapeyam | priyā sakhāyā vi mucopa barhis tvām ime havyavāho havante ||
Mounted upon thy chariot-seat approach us: thine is the Soma-draught from days aforetime. Loose for the sacred grass thy dear companions. These men who bring oblation call thee hither.
आ याहि पूर्वीर् अति चर्षणीर् आं अर्य आशिष उप नो हरिभ्याम् । इमा हि त्वा मतय स्तोमतष्टा इन्द्र हवन्ते सख्यं जुषाणाः ॥
ā yāhi pūrvīr ati carṣaṇīr āṃ arya āśiṣa upa no haribhyām | imā hi tvā mataya stomataṣṭā indra havante sakhyaṃ juṣāṇāḥ ||
Come our true Friend, passing by many people; come with thy two Bay Steeds to our devotions; For these our hymns are calling thee, O Indra, hymns formed for praise, soliciting thy friendship.
आ नो यज्ञं नमोवृधं सजोषा इन्द्र देव हरिभिर् याहि तूयम् । अहं हि त्वा मतिभिर् जोहवीमि घृतप्रयाः सधमादे मधूनाम् ॥
ā no yajñaṃ namovṛdhaṃ sajoṣā indra deva haribhir yāhi tūyam | ahaṃ hi tvā matibhir johavīmi ghṛtaprayāḥ sadhamāde madhūnām ||
Pleased, with thy Bay Steeds, Indra, God, come quickly to this our sacrifice that heightens worship; For with my thoughts, presenting oil to feed thee, I call thee to the feast of sweet libations.
Yea, let thy two Bay Stallions bear thee hither, well limbed and good to draw, thy dear companions. Pleased with the corn-blent offering which we bring thee, may Indra, Friend, hear his friend's adoration.
Wilt thou not make me guardian of the people, make me, impetuous Maghavan, their ruler? Make me a Rsi having drunk of Soma? Wilt thou not give me wealth that lasts for ever?
आ त्वा बृहन्तो हरयो युजाना अर्वाग् इन्द्र सधमादो वहन्तु । प्र ये द्विता दिव ऋञ्जन्त्य् आताः सुसम्मृष्टासो वृषभस्य मूराः ॥
ā tvā bṛhanto harayo yujānā arvāg indra sadhamādo vahantu | pra ye dvitā diva ṛñjanty ātāḥ susammṛṣṭāso vṛṣabhasya mūrāḥ ||
Yoked to thy chariot, led thy tall Bays, Indra, companions of thy banquet, bear thee hither, Who from of old press to heaven's farthest limits, the Bull's impetuous and well-groomed Horses.
indra piba vṛṣadhūtasya vṛṣṇa ā yaṃ te śyena uśate jabhāra | yasya made cyāvayasi pra kṛṣṭīr yasya made apa gotrā vavartha ||
Drink of the strong pressed out by strong ones, Indra, that which the Falcon brought thee when thou longedst; In whose wild joy thou stirrest up the people, in whose wild joy thou didst unbar the cow-stalls.
Call we on Indra, Makhavan, auspicious, best Hero in the fight where spoil is gathered; The Strong, who listens, who gives aid in battles, who slays the Vrtras, wins and gathers riches.