सं च त्वे जग्मुर् गिर इन्द्र पूर्वीर् वि च त्वद् यन्ति विभ्वो मनीषाः । पुरा नूनं च स्तुतय ऋषीणाम् पस्पृध्र इन्द्रे अध्य् उक्थार्का ॥
saṃ ca tve jagmur gira indra pūrvīr vi ca tvad yanti vibhvo manīṣāḥ | purā nūnaṃ ca stutaya ṛṣīṇām paspṛdhra indre adhy ukthārkā ||
Full Many songs have met in thee, O Indra, and many a noble thought from thee proceedeth. Now and of old the eulogies of sages, their holy hymns and lauds, have yearned for Indra.
puruhūto yaḥ purugūrta ṛbhvāṃ ekaḥ purupraśasto asti yajñaiḥ | ratho na mahe śavase yujāno 'smābhir indro anumādyo bhūt ||
He, praised of many, bold, invoked of many, alone is glorified at sacrifices. Like a car harnessed for some great achievement, Indra must be the cause of our rejoicing.
न यं हिंसन्ति धीतयो न वाणीर् इन्द्रं नक्षन्तीद् अभि वर्धयन्तीः । यदि स्तोतारः शतं यत् सहस्रं गृणन्ति गिर्वणसं शं तद् अस्मै ॥
na yaṃ hiṃsanti dhītayo na vāṇīr indraṃ nakṣantīd abhi vardhayantīḥ | yadi stotāraḥ śataṃ yat sahasraṃ gṛṇanti girvaṇasaṃ śaṃ tad asmai ||
They make their way to Indra and exalt him, bim whom no prayers and no laudations trouble; For when a hundred or a thousand singers. laud him who loves the song their praise delights him.
asmā etad divy arceva māsā mimikṣa indre ny ayāmi somaḥ | janaṃ na dhanvann abhi saṃ yad āpaḥ satrā vāvṛdhur havanāni yajñaiḥ ||
As brightness mingles with the Moon in heaven, the offered Soma yearns to mix with Indra. Like water brought to men in desert places, our gifts at sacrifice have still refreshed him.
To him this mighty eulogy, to Indra hath this our laud been uttered by the poets, That in the great encounter with the foemen, Loved of all life, Indra may guard and help us.