इमे हि ते ब्रह्मकृतः सुते सचा मधौ न मक्ष आसते । इन्द्रे कामं जरितारो वसूयवो रथे न पादम् आ दधुः ॥
ime hi te brahmakṛtaḥ sute sacā madhau na makṣa āsate | indre kāmaṃ jaritāro vasūyavo rathe na pādam ā dadhuḥ ||
For here, like flies on honey, these who pray to thee sit by the juice that they have poured. Wealth-craving singers have on Indra set their hope, as men set foot upon a car.
इम इन्द्राय सुन्विरे सोमासो दध्याशिरः । तां आ मदाय वज्रहस्त पीतये हरिभ्यां याह्य् ओक आ ॥
ima indrāya sunvire somāso dadhyāśiraḥ | tāṃ ā madāya vajrahasta pītaye haribhyāṃ yāhy oka ā ||
These Soma juices, mixed with curd, have been expressed for Indra here. Come with thy Bay Steeds, Thunder-wielder, to our home, to drink them till they make thee glad.
May he whose ear is open hear us. He is asked for wealth: will he despise our prayer? Him who bestows at once a hundred thousand gifts none shall restrain when he would give.
स वीरो अप्रतिष्कुत इन्द्रेण शूशुवे नृभिः । यस् ते गभीरा सवनानि वृत्रहन् सुनोत्य् आ च धावति ॥
sa vīro apratiṣkuta indreṇa śūśuve nṛbhiḥ | yas te gabhīrā savanāni vṛtrahan sunoty ā ca dhāvati ||
The hero never checked by men hath gained his strength through Indra, he Who presses out and pours his deep libations forth, O Vrtra-slayer, unto thee.
When thou dost drive the fighting men together be, thou Mighty One, the mighty's shield. May we divide the wealth of him whom thou hast slain: bring us, Unreachable, his goods.
sunotā somapāvne somam indrāya vajriṇe | pacatā paktīr avase kṛṇudhvam it pṛṇann it pṛṇate mayaḥ ||
For Indra, Soma-drinker, armed with thunder, press the Soma juice. Make ready your dressed meats: cause him to favour us. The Giver blesses him who gives.
मा स्रेधत सोमिनो दक्षता महे कृणुध्वं राय आतुजे । तरणिर् इज् जयति क्षेति पुष्यति न देवासः कवत्नवे ॥
mā sredhata somino dakṣatā mahe kṛṇudhvaṃ rāya ātuje | taraṇir ij jayati kṣeti puṣyati na devāsaḥ kavatnave ||
Grudge not, ye Soma pourers; stir you, pay the rites, for wealth, to the great Conqueror. Only the active conquers dwells in peace, and thrives: not for the niggard are the Gods.
Indra, that man when fighting shall obtain the spoil, whose strong defender thou wilt be. Be thou the gracious helper, Hero I of our cars, be thou the helper of our men.
Make for the Holy Gods a hymn that is not mean, but well-arranged and fair of form. Even many snares and bonds subdue not him who dwells with Indra through his sacrifice.
कस् तम् इन्द्र त्वावसुम् आ मर्त्यो दधर्षति । श्रद्धा इत् ते मघवन् पार्ये दिवि वाजी वाजं सिषासति ॥
kas tam indra tvāvasum ā martyo dadharṣati | śraddhā it te maghavan pārye divi vājī vājaṃ siṣāsati ||
Indra, what mortal will attack the man who hath his wealth in thee? The strong will win the spoil on the decisive day through faith in thee, O Maghavan.
maghonaḥ sma vṛtrahatyeṣu codaya ye dadati priyā vasu | tava praṇītī haryaśva sūribhir viśvā tarema duritā ||
In battles with the foe urge on our mighty ones who give the treasures dear to thee, And may we with our princes, Lord of Tawny Steeds! pass through all peril, led by thee.
tvaṃ viśvasya dhanadā asi śruto ya īm bhavanty ājayaḥ | tavāyaṃ viśvaḥ puruhūta pārthivo 'vasyur nāma bhikṣate ||
Thou art renowned as giving wealth to every one in all the battles that are fought. Craving protection, all these people of the earth, O Much-invoked, implore thy name.
शिक्षेयम् इन् महयते दिवे-दिवे राय आ कुहचिद्विदे । नहि त्वद् अन्यन् मघवन् न आप्यं वस्यो अस्ति पिता चन ॥
śikṣeyam in mahayate dive-dive rāya ā kuhacidvide | nahi tvad anyan maghavan na āpyaṃ vasyo asti pitā cana ||
Each day would I enrich the man who sang my praise, in whatsoever place he were. No kinship is there better, Maghavan, than thine: a father even is no more.
तरणिर् इत् सिषासति वाजम् पुरन्ध्या युजा । आ व इन्द्रम् पुरुहूतं नमे गिरा नेमिं तष्टेव सुद्र्वम् ॥
taraṇir it siṣāsati vājam purandhyā yujā | ā va indram puruhūtaṃ name girā nemiṃ taṣṭeva sudrvam ||
With Plenty for his true ally the active man will gain the spoil. Your Indra, Much-invoked, I bend with song, as bends a wright his wheel of solid wood.
न दुष्टुती मर्त्यो विन्दते वसु न स्रेधन्तं रयिर् नशत् । सुशक्तिर् इन् मघवन् तुभ्यम् मावते देष्णं यत् पार्ये दिवि ॥
na duṣṭutī martyo vindate vasu na sredhantaṃ rayir naśat | suśaktir in maghavan tubhyam māvate deṣṇaṃ yat pārye divi ||
A moral wins no riches by unworthy praise: wealth comes not to the niggard churl. Light is the task to give, O Maghavan, to one like me on the decisive day.
Like kine unmilked we call aloud, Hero, to thee, and sing thy praise, Looker on heavenly light, Lord of this moving world, Lord, Indra, of what moveth not.
न त्वावां अन्यो दिव्यो न पार्थिवो न जातो न जनिष्यते । अश्वायन्तो मघवन्न् इन्द्र वाजिनो गव्यन्तस् त्वा हवामहे ॥
na tvāvāṃ anyo divyo na pārthivo na jāto na janiṣyate | aśvāyanto maghavann indra vājino gavyantas tvā havāmahe ||
None other like to thee, of earth or of the heavens, hath been or ever will be born. Desiring horses, Indra Maghavan! and kine, as men of might we call on thee.
अभी षतस् तद् आ भरेन्द्र ज्यायः कनीयसः । पुरूवसुर् हि मघवन् सनाद् असि भरे-भरे च हव्यः ॥
abhī ṣatas tad ā bharendra jyāyaḥ kanīyasaḥ | purūvasur hi maghavan sanād asi bhare-bhare ca havyaḥ ||
Bring, Indra, the Victorious Ones; bring, elder thou, the younger host. For, Maghavan, thou art rich in treasures from of old, and must be called in every fight.
Drive thou away our enemies, O Maghavan: make riches easy to be won. Be thou our good Protector in the strife for spoil: Cherisher of our friends be thou.
mā no ajñātā vṛjanā durādhyo māśivāso ava kramuḥ | tvayā vayam pravataḥ śaśvatīr apo 'ti śūra tarāmasi ||
Grant that no mighty foes, unknown, malevolent, unhallowed, tread us to the ground. With thine assistance, Hero, may we ass through all the waters that are rul`ng down.