indrāsomā tapataṃ rakṣa ubjataṃ ny arpayataṃ vṛṣaṇā tamovṛdhaḥ | parā śṛṇītam acito ny oṣataṃ hataṃ nudethāṃ ni śiśītam atriṇaḥ ||
Indra and Soma, burn, destroy the demon foe, send downward, O ye Bulls, those who add gloom to gloom. Annihilate the fools, slay them and burn them up: chase them away from us, pierce the voracious ones.
Indra and Soma, let sin round the wicked boil like as a caldron set amid the flames of fire. Against the foe of prayer, devourer of raw flesh, the vile fiend fierce of eye, keep ye perpetual hate.
Indra and Soma, plunge the wicked in the depth, yea, cast them into darkness that hath no support, So that not one of them may ever thence return: so may your wrathful might prevail and conquer them.
indrāsomā vartayataṃ divo vadhaṃ sam pṛthivyā aghaśaṃsāya tarhaṇam | ut takṣataṃ svaryam parvatebhyo yena rakṣo vāvṛdhānaṃ nijūrvathaḥ ||
Indra and Soma, hurl your deadly crushing bolt down on the wicked fiend from heaven and from the earth. Yea, forge out of the mountains your celestial dart wherewith ye burn to death the waxing demon race.
indrāsomā vartayataṃ divas pary agnitaptebhir yuvam aśmahanmabhiḥ | tapurvadhebhir ajarebhir atriṇo ni parśāne vidhyataṃ yantu nisvaram ||
Indra and Soma, cast ye downward out of heaven your deadly darts of stone burning with fiery flame, Eternal, scorching darts; plunge the voracious ones within the depth, and let them sink without a sound.
Indra and Soma, let this hymn control you both, even as the girth encompasses two vigorous steeds- The song of praise which I with wisdom offer you: do ye, as Lords of men, animate these my prayers.
In your impetuous manner think ye both thereon: destroy these evil beings, slay the treacherous fiends. Indra and Soma, let the wicked have no bliss who evermore assails us with malignity.
Whoso accuses me with words of falsehood when I pursue my way with guileless spirit, May he, the speaker of untruth, be, Indra, like water which the hollowed hand compresses.
Those who destroy, as is their wont, the simple, and with their evil natures harm the righteous, May Soma give them over to the serpent, or to the lap of Nirrti consign them.
यो नो रसं दिप्सति पित्वो अग्ने यो अश्वानां यो गवां यस् तनूनाम् । रिपु स्तेन स्तेयकृद् दभ्रम् एतु नि ष हीयतां तन्वा तना च ॥
yo no rasaṃ dipsati pitvo agne yo aśvānāṃ yo gavāṃ yas tanūnām | ripu stena steyakṛd dabhram etu ni ṣa hīyatāṃ tanvā tanā ca ||
The fiend, O Agni, who designs to injure the essence of our food, kine, steeds, or bodies, May he, the adversary, thief, and robber, sink to destruction, both himself and offspring.
परः सो अस्तु तन्वा तना च तिस्रः पृथिवीर् अधो अस्तु विश्वाः । प्रति शुष्यतु यशो अस्य देवा यो नो दिवा दिप्सति यश् च नक्तम् ॥
paraḥ so astu tanvā tanā ca tisraḥ pṛthivīr adho astu viśvāḥ | prati śuṣyatu yaśo asya devā yo no divā dipsati yaś ca naktam ||
May he be swept away, himself and children: may all the three earths press him down beneath them. May his fair glory, O ye Gods, be blighted, who in the day or night would fain destroy us.
suvijñānaṃ cikituṣe janāya sac cāsac ca vacasī paspṛdhāte | tayor yat satyaṃ yatarad ṛjīyas tad it somo 'vati hanty āsat ||
The prudent finds it easy to distinguish the true and false: their words oppose each other. Of these two that which is the true and honest, Soma protects, and brings the false to nothing.
न वा उ सोमो वृजिनं हिनोति न क्षत्रियम् मिथुया धारयन्तम् । हन्ति रक्षो हन्त्य् आसद् वदन्तम् उभाव् इन्द्रस्य प्रसितौ शयाते ॥
na vā u somo vṛjinaṃ hinoti na kṣatriyam mithuyā dhārayantam | hanti rakṣo hanty āsad vadantam ubhāv indrasya prasitau śayāte ||
Never doth Soma aid and guide the wicked or him who falsely claims the Warrior's title. He slays the fiend and him who speaks untruly: both lie entangled in the noose of Indra.
यदि वाहम् अनृतदेव आस मोघं वा देवां अप्यूहे अग्ने । किम् अस्मभ्यं जातवेदो हृणीषे द्रोघवाचस् ते निरृथं सचन्ताम् ॥
yadi vāham anṛtadeva āsa moghaṃ vā devāṃ apyūhe agne | kim asmabhyaṃ jātavedo hṛṇīṣe droghavācas te nirṛthaṃ sacantām ||
As if I worshipped deities of falsehood, or thought vain thoughts about the Gods, O Agni. Why art thou angry with us, Jatavedas? Destruction fall on those who lie against thee!
अद्या मुरीय यदि यातुधानो अस्मि यदि वायुस् ततप पूरुषस्य । अधा स वीरैर् दशभिर् वि यूया यो मा मोघं यातुधानेत्य् आह ॥
adyā murīya yadi yātudhāno asmi yadi vāyus tatapa pūruṣasya | adhā sa vīrair daśabhir vi yūyā yo mā moghaṃ yātudhānety āha ||
So may I die this day if I have harassed any man's life or if I be a demon. Yea, may he lose all his ten sons together who with false tongue hath called me Yatudhana.
May Indra slay him with a mighty weapon, and let the vilest of all creatures perish, The fiend who says that he is pure, who calls me a demon though devoid of demon nature.
pra yā jigāti khargaleva naktam apa druhā tanvaṃ gūhamānā | vavrāṃ anantāṃ ava sā padīṣṭa grāvāṇo ghnantu rakṣasa upabdaiḥ ||
She too who wanders like an owl at night-time, hiding her body in her guile and malice, May she fall downward into endless caverns. May press-stones with loud ring destroy the demons.
वि तिष्ठध्वम् मरुतो विक्ष्व् इच्छत गृभायत रक्षसः सम् पिनष्टन । वयो ये भूत्वी पतयन्ति नक्तभिर् ये वा रिपो दधिरे देवे अध्वरे ॥
vi tiṣṭhadhvam maruto vikṣv icchata gṛbhāyata rakṣasaḥ sam pinaṣṭana | vayo ye bhūtvī patayanti naktabhir ye vā ripo dadhire deve adhvare ||
Spread out, ye Maruts, search among the people: seize ye and grind the Raksasas to pieces, Who fly abroad, transformed to birds, at night-time, or sully and pollute our holy worship.
Hurl down from heaven thy bolt of stone, O Indra: sharpen it, Maghavan, made keen by Soma. Forward, behind, and from above and under, smite down the demons with thy rocky weapon.
eta u tye patayanti śvayātava indraṃ dipsanti dipsavo 'dābhyam | śiśīte śakraḥ piśunebhyo vadhaṃ nūnaṃ sṛjad aśaniṃ yātumadbhyaḥ ||
They fly, the demon dogs, and, bent on mischief, fain would they harm indomitable Indra. Sakra makes sharp his weapon for the wicked: now, let him cast his bolt at fiendish wizards.
indro yātūnām abhavat parāśaro havirmathīnām abhy āvivāsatām | abhīd u śakraḥ paraśur yathā vanam pātreva bhindan sata eti rakṣasaḥ ||
Indra hath ever been the fiends' destroyer who spoil oblations of the Gods' invokers: Yea, Sakra, like an axe that splits the timber, attacks and smashes them like earthen vessels.
Destroy the fiend shaped like an owl or owlet, destroy him in the form of dog or cuckoo. Destroy him shaped as eagle or as vulture as with a stone, O Indra, crush the demon.
Let not the fiend of witchcraft-workers reach us: may Dawn drive off the couples of Kimidins. Earth keep us safe from earthly woe and trouble: from grief that comes from heaven mid-air preserve us.
Slay the male demon, Indra! slay the female, joying and triumphing in arts of magic. Let the fools' gods with bent necks fall and perish, and see no more the Sun when he arises.