स आ गमद् इन्द्रो यो वसूनां चिकेतद् दातुं दामनो रयीणाम् । धन्वचरो न वंसगस् तृषाणश् चकमानः पिबतु दुग्धम् अंशुम् ॥
sa ā gamad indro yo vasūnāṃ ciketad dātuṃ dāmano rayīṇām | dhanvacaro na vaṃsagas tṛṣāṇaś cakamānaḥ pibatu dugdham aṃśum ||
May Indra come to us, he who knows rightly to give forth treasures from his store of riches. Even as a thirsty steer who roams the deserts may he drink eagerly the milked-out Soma.
आ ते हनू हरिवः शूर शिप्रे रुहत् सोमो न पर्वतस्य पृष्ठे । अनु त्वा राजन्न् अर्वतो न हिन्वन् गीर्भिर् मदेम पुरुहूत विश्वे ॥
ā te hanū harivaḥ śūra śipre ruhat somo na parvatasya pṛṣṭhe | anu tvā rājann arvato na hinvan gīrbhir madema puruhūta viśve ||
Lord of Bay Horses, Hero, may the Soma rise to thy cheeks and jaws like mountain-ridges. May we, O King, as he who driveth coursers, all joy in thee with hymns, invoked of many!
cakraṃ na vṛttam puruhūta vepate mano bhiyā me amater id adrivaḥ | rathād adhi tvā jaritā sadāvṛdha kuvin nu stoṣan maghavan purūvasuḥ ||
Invoked of many, Caster of the Stone my heart quakes like a rolling wheel for fear of penury. Shall not Puruvasu the singer give thee praise, O ever-prospering Maghavan, mounted on thy car?
eṣa grāveva jaritā ta indreyarti vācam bṛhad āśuṣāṇaḥ | pra savyena maghavan yaṃsi rāyaḥ pra dakṣiṇid dharivo mā vi venaḥ ||
Like the press-stone is this thy praiser, Indra. Loudly he lifts his voice with strong endeavour. With thy left hand, O Maghavan, give us riches: with thy right, Lord of Bays, be not reluctant.
May the strong Heaven make thee the Strong wax stronger: Strong, thou art borne by thy two strong Bay Horses. So, fair of cheek, with mighty chariot, mighty, uphold us, strong-willed, thunder armed, in battle.
yo rohitau vājinau vājinīvān tribhiḥ śataiḥ sacamānāv adiṣṭa | yūne sam asmai kṣitayo namantāṃ śrutarathāya maruto duvoyā ||
Maruts, let all the people in obeisance bow down before this youthful Srutaratha, Who, rich in steeds, gave me two dark red horses together with three hundred head of cattle.