इन्द्रा को वां वरुणा सुम्नम् आप स्तोमो हविष्मां अमृतो न होता । यो वां हृदि क्रतुमां अस्मद् उक्तः पस्पर्शद् इन्द्रावरुणा नमस्वान् ॥
indrā ko vāṃ varuṇā sumnam āpa stomo haviṣmāṃ amṛto na hotā | yo vāṃ hṛdi kratumāṃ asmad uktaḥ pasparśad indrāvaruṇā namasvān ||
What laud, O Indra-Varuna, with oblation, hath like the Immortal Priest obtained your favour? Hath our effectual laud, addressed with homage, touched you, O Indra-Varuna, in spirit?
इन्द्रा ह यो वरुणा चक्र आपी देवौ मर्तः सख्याय प्रयस्वान् । स हन्ति वृत्रा समिथेषु शत्रून् अवोभिर् वा महद्भिः स प्र शृण्वे ॥
indrā ha yo varuṇā cakra āpī devau martaḥ sakhyāya prayasvān | sa hanti vṛtrā samitheṣu śatrūn avobhir vā mahadbhiḥ sa pra śṛṇve ||
He who with dainty food hath won you, Indra and Varuna, Gods, as his allies to friendship, Jayeth the Vrtras and his foes in battles, and through your mighty favours is made famous.
indrā ha ratnaṃ varuṇā dheṣṭhetthā nṛbhyaḥ śaśamānebhyas tā | yadī sakhāyā sakhyāya somaiḥ sutebhiḥ suprayasā mādayaite ||
Indra and Varuna are most liberal givers of treasure to the men who toil to serve them, When they, as Friends inclined to friendship, honoured with dainty food, delight in flowing Soma.
indrā yuvaṃ varuṇā didyum asminn ojiṣṭham ugrā ni vadhiṣṭaṃ vajram | yo no durevo vṛkatir dabhītis tasmin mimāthām abhibhūty ojaḥ ||
Indra and Varuna, ye hurl, O Mighty, on him your strongest flashing bolt of thunder Who treats us ill, the robber and oppressor: measure on him your overwhelming vigour.
O Indra-Varuna, be ye the lovers of this my song, as steers who love the milch-Cow. Milk may it yield us as, gone forth to pasture, the great Cow pouring out her thousand rivers.
toke hite tanaya urvarāsu sūro dṛśīke vṛṣaṇaś ca pauṃsye | indrā no atra varuṇā syātām avobhir dasmā paritakmyāyām ||
For fertile fields, for worthy sons and grandsons, for the Sun's beauty and for steer-like vigour, May Indra-Varuna with gracious favours work marvels for us in the stress of battle.
yuvām id dhy avase pūrvyāya pari prabhūtī gaviṣaḥ svāpī | vṛṇīmahe sakhyāya priyāya śūrā maṃhiṣṭhā pitareva śambhū ||
For you, as Princes, for your ancient kindness, good comrades of the man who seeks for booty, We choose to us for the dear bond of friendship, most liberal Heroes bringing bliss like parents.
ता वां धियो ऽवसे वाजयन्तीर् आजिं न जग्मुर् युवयूः सुदानू । श्रिये न गाव उप सोमम् अस्थुर् इन्द्रं गिरो वरुणम् मे मनीषाः ॥
tā vāṃ dhiyo 'vase vājayantīr ājiṃ na jagmur yuvayūḥ sudānū | śriye na gāva upa somam asthur indraṃ giro varuṇam me manīṣāḥ ||
Showing their strength, these hymns for grace, Free-givers I have gone to you, devoted, as to battle. For glory have they gone, as milk to Soma, to Indra-Varuna my thoughts and praises.
To Indra and to Varuna, desirous of gaining wealth have these my thoughts proceeded. They have come nigh to you as treasure lovers, like mares, fleet-footed, eager for the glory.
May we ourselves be lords of during riches, of ample sustenance for car and hones. So may the Twain who work with newest succours bring yoked teams hitherward to us and riches.
ā no bṛhantā bṛhatībhir ūtī indra yātaṃ varuṇa vājasātau | yad didyavaḥ pṛtanāsu prakrīḷān tasya vāṃ syāma sanitāra ājeḥ ||
Come with your mighty succours, O ye Mighty; come, Indra-Varuna, to us in battle. What time the flashing arrows play in combat, may we through you be winners in the contest.