आ सत्यो यातु मघवां ऋजीषी द्रवन्त्व् अस्य हरय उप नः । तस्मा इद् अन्धः सुषुमा सुदक्षम् इहाभिपित्वं करते गृणानः ॥
ā satyo yātu maghavāṃ ṛjīṣī dravantv asya haraya upa naḥ | tasmā id andhaḥ suṣumā sudakṣam ihābhipitvaṃ karate gṛṇānaḥ ||
Impetuous, true, let Maghavan come hither, and let his Tawny Coursers speed to reach us. For him have we pressed juice exceeding potent: here, praised with song, let him effect his visit.
ava sya śūrādhvano nānte 'smin no adya savane mandadhyai | śaṃsāty uktham uśaneva vedhāś cikituṣe asuryāya manma ||
Unyoke, as at thy journey's end, O Hero, to gladden thee today at this libation. Like Usana, the priest a laud shall utter, a hymn to thee, the Lord Divine, who markest.
When the Bull, quaffing, praises our libation, as a sage paying holy rites in secret, Seven singers here from heaven hath he begotten, who e'en by day have wrought their works while singing.
svar yad vedi sudṛśīkam arkair mahi jyotī rurucur yad dha vastoḥ | andhā tamāṃsi dudhitā vicakṣe nṛbhyaś cakāra nṛtamo abhiṣṭau ||
When heaven's fair light by hymns was made apparent (they made great splendour shine at break of morning), He with his succour, best of Heroes, scattered the blinding darkness so that men saw clearly.
ववक्ष इन्द्रो अमितम् ऋजीष्य् उभे आ पप्रौ रोदसी महित्वा । अतश् चिद् अस्य महिमा वि रेच्य् अभि यो विश्वा भुवना बभूव ॥
vavakṣa indro amitam ṛjīṣy ubhe ā paprau rodasī mahitvā | ataś cid asya mahimā vi recy abhi yo viśvā bhuvanā babhūva ||
Indra, Impetuous One, hath waxed immensely: he with his vastness hath filled earth and heaven. E'en beyond this his majesty extendeth who hath exceeded all the worlds in greatness.
viśvāni śakro naryāṇi vidvān apo rireca sakhibhir nikāmaiḥ | aśmānaṃ cid ye bibhidur vacobhir vrajaṃ gomantam uśijo vi vavruḥ ||
Sakra who knoweth well all human actions hath with his eager Friends let loose the waters. They with their songs cleft e'en the mountain open and willingly disclosed the stall of cattle.
apo vṛtraṃ vavrivāṃsam parāhan prāvat te vajram pṛthivī sacetāḥ | prārṇāṃsi samudriyāṇy ainoḥ patir bhavañ chavasā śūra dhṛṣṇo ||
He smote away the floods' obstructer, Vrtra; Earth, conscious, lent her aid to speed thy thunder. Thou sentest forth the waters of the ocean, as Lord through power and might, O daring Hero.
अपो यद् अद्रिम् पुरुहूत दर्दर् आविर् भुवत् सरमा पूर्व्यं ते । स नो नेता वाजम् आ दर्षि भूरिं गोत्रा रुजन्न् अङ्गिरोभिर् गृणानः ॥
apo yad adrim puruhūta dardar āvir bhuvat saramā pūrvyaṃ te | sa no netā vājam ā darṣi bhūriṃ gotrā rujann aṅgirobhir gṛṇānaḥ ||
When, Much-invoked! the water's rock thou cleftest, Sarama showed herself and went before thee. Hymned by Angirases, bursting the cowstalls, much strength thou foundest for us as our leader.
acchā kaviṃ nṛmaṇo gā abhiṣṭau svarṣātā maghavan nādhamānam | ūtibhis tam iṣaṇo dyumnahūtau ni māyāvān abrahmā dasyur arta ||
Come, Maghavan, Friend of Man, to aid the singer imploring thee in battle for the sunlight. Speed him with help in his inspired invokings: down sink the sorcerer, the prayerless Dasyu.
आ दस्युघ्ना मनसा याह्य् अस्तम् भुवत् ते कुत्सः सख्ये निकामः । स्वे योनौ नि षदतं सरूपा वि वां चिकित्सद् ऋतचिद् ध नारी ॥
ā dasyughnā manasā yāhy astam bhuvat te kutsaḥ sakhye nikāmaḥ | sve yonau ni ṣadataṃ sarūpā vi vāṃ cikitsad ṛtacid dha nārī ||
Come to our home resolved to slay the Dasyu: Kutsa longed eagerly to win thy friendship. Alike in form ye both sate in his dwelling the faithful Lady was in doubt between you.
yāsi kutsena saratham avasyus todo vātasya haryor īśānaḥ | ṛjrā vājaṃ na gadhyaṃ yuyūṣan kavir yad ahan pāryāya bhūṣāt ||
Thou comest, fain to succour him, with Kutsa,-a goad that masters both the Wind-God's horses, That, holding the brown steeds like spoil for capture, the sage may on the final day be present.
kutsāya śuṣṇam aśuṣaṃ ni barhīḥ prapitve ahnaḥ kuyavaṃ sahasrā | sadyo dasyūn pra mṛṇa kutsyena pra sūraś cakraṃ vṛhatād abhīke ||
For Kutsa, with thy thousand, thou at day-break didst hurl down greedy Susna, foe of harvest. Quickly with Kutsa's friend destroy the Dasyus, and roll the chariot-wheel of Sarya near us.
त्वम् पिप्रुम् मृगयं शूशुवांसम् ऋजिश्वने वैदथिनाय रन्धीः । पञ्चाशत् कृष्णा नि वपः सहस्रात्कं न पुरो जरिमा वि दर्दः ॥
tvam piprum mṛgayaṃ śūśuvāṃsam ṛjiśvane vaidathināya randhīḥ | pañcāśat kṛṣṇā ni vapaḥ sahasrātkaṃ na puro jarimā vi dardaḥ ||
Thou to the son of Vidathin, Rjisvan, gavest up mighty Mrgaya and Pipru. Thou smotest down the swarthy fifty thousand, and rentest forts as age consumes a garment.
सूर उपाके तन्वं दधानो वि यत् ते चेत्य् अमृतस्य वर्पः । मृगो न हस्ती तविषीम् उषाणः सिंहो न भीम आयुधानि बिभ्रत् ॥
sūra upāke tanvaṃ dadhāno vi yat te cety amṛtasya varpaḥ | mṛgo na hastī taviṣīm uṣāṇaḥ siṃho na bhīma āyudhāni bibhrat ||
What time thou settest near the Sun thy body, thy form, Immortal One, is seen expanding: Thou a wild elephant with might invested. like a dread lion as thou wieldest weapons.
इन्द्रं कामा वसूयन्तो अग्मन् स्वर्मीळ्हे न सवने चकानाः । श्रवस्यवः शशमानास उक्थैर् ओको न रण्वा सुदृशीव पुष्टिः ॥
indraṃ kāmā vasūyanto agman svarmīḷhe na savane cakānāḥ | śravasyavaḥ śaśamānāsa ukthair oko na raṇvā sudṛśīva puṣṭiḥ ||
Wishes for wealth have gone to Indra, longing for him in war for light and at libation, Eager for glory, labouring with praisesongs: he is like home, like sweet and fair nutrition.
tam id va indraṃ suhavaṃ huvema yas tā cakāra naryā purūṇi | yo māvate jaritre gadhyaṃ cin makṣū vājam bharati spārharādhāḥ ||
Call we for you that Indra, prompt to listen, him who hath done so much for men's advantage; Who, Lord of envied bounty, to a singer like me brings quickly booty worth the capture.
tigmā yad antar aśaniḥ patāti kasmiñ cic chūra muhuke janānām | ghorā yad arya samṛtir bhavāty adha smā nas tanvo bodhi gopāḥ ||
When the sharp-pointed arrow, O thou Hero, flieth mid any conflict of the people, When, Faithful One, the dread encounter cometh, then be thou the Protector of our body.
Further the holy thoughts of Vamadeva be thou a guileless Friend in fight for booty. We come to thee whose providence protects us: wide be thy sway for ever for thy singer.
O Indra, with these men who love thee truly, free givers, Maghavan, in every battle, May we rejoice through many autumns, quelling our foes, as days subdue the nights with splendour.
eved indrāya vṛṣabhāya vṛṣṇe brahmākarma bhṛgavo na ratham | nū cid yathā naḥ sakhyā viyoṣad asan na ugro 'vitā tanūpāḥ ||
Now, as the Bhrgus wrought a car, for Indra the Strong, the Mighty, we our prayer have fashioned, That he may, ne'er withdraw from us his friendship, but be our bodies' guard and strong defender.
nū ṣṭuta indra nū gṛṇāna iṣaṃ jaritre nadyo na pīpeḥ | akāri te harivo brahma navyaṃ dhiyā syāma rathyaḥ sadāsāḥ ||
Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell. high like rivers for the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.