यन् न इन्द्रो जुजुषे यच् च वष्टि तन् नो महान् करति शुष्म्य् आ चित् । ब्रह्म स्तोमम् मघवा सोमम् उक्था यो अश्मानं शवसा बिभ्रद् एति ॥
yan na indro jujuṣe yac ca vaṣṭi tan no mahān karati śuṣmy ā cit | brahma stomam maghavā somam ukthā yo aśmānaṃ śavasā bibhrad eti ||
That gift of ours which Indra loves and welcomes, even that he makes for us, the Great and Strong One. He who comes wielding in his might the thunder, Maghavan, gives prayer, praise, and laud, and Soma.
Bull, hurler of the four-edged rain-producer with both his arms, strong, mighty, most heroic; Wearing as wool Parusni for adornment, whose joints for sake of friendship he hath covered.
यो देवो देवतमो जायमानो महो वाजेभिर् महद्भिश् च शुष्मैः । दधानो वज्रम् बाह्वोर् उशन्तं द्याम् अमेन रेजयत् प्र भूम ॥
yo devo devatamo jāyamāno maho vājebhir mahadbhiś ca śuṣmaiḥ | dadhāno vajram bāhvor uśantaṃ dyām amena rejayat pra bhūma ||
God who of all the Gods was born divinest, endowed with ample strength and mighty powers, And bearing in his arms the yearning thunder, with violent rush caused heaven and earth to tremble.
Before the High God, at his birth, heaven trembled, earth, many floods and all the precipices. The Strong One bringeth nigh the Bull's two Parents: loud sing the winds, like men, in air's mid-region.
ता तू त इन्द्र महतो महानि विश्वेष्व् इत् सवनेषु प्रवाच्या । यच् छूर धृष्णो धृषता दधृष्वान् अहिं वज्रेण शवसाविवेषीः ॥
tā tū ta indra mahato mahāni viśveṣv it savaneṣu pravācyā | yac chūra dhṛṣṇo dhṛṣatā dadhṛṣvān ahiṃ vajreṇa śavasāviveṣīḥ ||
These are thy great deeds, Indra, thine, the Mighty, deeds to be told aloud at all libations, That thou, O Hero, bold and boldly daring, didst with thy bolt, by strength, destroy the Dragon.
tā tū te satyā tuvinṛmṇa viśvā pra dhenavaḥ sisrate vṛṣṇa ūdhnaḥ | adhā ha tvad vṛṣamaṇo bhiyānāḥ pra sindhavo javasā cakramanta ||
True are all these thy deeds, O Most Heroic. The Milch-kine issued from the streaming udder. In fear of thee, O thou of manly spirit, the rivers swiftly set themselves in motion.
atrāha te harivas tā u devīr avobhir indra stavanta svasāraḥ | yat sīm anu pra muco badbadhānā dīrghām anu prasitiṃ syandayadhyai ||
With joy, O Indra, Lord of Tawny Coursers, the Sisters then, these Goddesses, extolled thee, When thou didst give the prisoned ones their freedom to wander at their will in long succession.
पिपीळे अंशुर् मद्यो न सिन्धुर् आ त्वा शमी शशमानस्य शक्तिः । अस्मद्र्यक् छुशुचानस्य यम्या आशुर् न रश्मिं तुव्योजसं गोः ॥
pipīḷe aṃśur madyo na sindhur ā tvā śamī śaśamānasya śaktiḥ | asmadryak chuśucānasya yamyā āśur na raśmiṃ tuvyojasaṃ goḥ ||
Pressed is the gladdening stalk as 'twere a river: so let the rite, the toiler's power, attract thee To us-ward, of the Bright One, as the courser strains his. exceedingly strong leather bridle.
Ever by us perform thy most heroic, thine highest, best victorious deeds, O Victor. For us make Vrtras easy to be conquered: destroy the weapon of our mortal foeman.
asmākam it su śṛṇuhi tvam indrāsmabhyaṃ citrāṃ upa māhi vājān | asmabhyaṃ viśvā iṣaṇaḥ purandhīr asmākaṃ su maghavan bodhi godāḥ ||
Graciously listen to our prayer, O Indra, and strength of varied sort bestow thou on us. Send to us all intelligence arid wisdom O Maghavan, be he who gives us cattle.
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 wealth swell high like rivers to the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.