Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's Conqueror, bounteous like a cow; Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.
Those skilled in song, O Maghavan among these men o'ercome with might the foeman's songs. Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that it may succour us.
महे चन त्वाम् अद्रिवः परा शुल्काय देयाम् । न सहस्राय नायुताय वज्रिवो न शताय शतामघ ॥
mahe cana tvām adrivaḥ parā śulkāya deyām | na sahasrāya nāyutāya vajrivo na śatāya śatāmagha ||
O Caster of the Stone, I would not sell thee for a mighty price, Not for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!
kveyatha kved asi purutrā cid dhi te manaḥ | alarṣi yudhma khajakṛt purandara pra gāyatrā agāsiṣuḥ ||
Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind. Haste, Warrior, Fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din, haste, holy songs have sounded forth.
Sing out the psalm to him who breaks down castles for his faithful friend, Verses to bring the Thunderer to destroy the forts and sit on Kanva's sacred grass.
ये ते सन्ति दशग्विनः शतिनो ये सहस्रिणः । अश्वासो ये ते वृषणो रघुद्रुवस् तेभिर् नस् तूयम् आ गहि ॥
ye te santi daśagvinaḥ śatino ye sahasriṇaḥ | aśvāso ye te vṛṣaṇo raghudruvas tebhir nas tūyam ā gahi ||
The Horses which are thine in tens, in hundreds, yea, in thousands thine, Even those vigorous Steeds, fleet-footed in the course, with those come quickly near to us.
sotā hi somam adribhir em enam apsu dhāvata | gavyā vastreva vāsayanta in naro nir dhukṣan vakṣaṇābhyaḥ ||
Press out the Soma with the stones, and in the waters wash it clean. The men investing it with raiment made of milk shall milk it forth from out the stems.
Whether thou come from earth or from the lustre of the lofty heaven, Wax stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures, O most Wise.
indrāya su madintamaṃ somaṃ sotā vareṇyam | śakra eṇam pīpayad viśvayā dhiyā hinvānaṃ na vājayum ||
For India press the Soma out, most gladdening and most excellent. May Sakra make it swell sent forth with every prayer and asking, as it were, for strength.
मा त्वा सोमस्य गल्दया सदा याचन्न् अहं गिरा । भूर्णिम् मृगं न सवनेषु चुक्रुधं क ईशानं न याचिषत् ॥
mā tvā somasya galdayā sadā yācann ahaṃ girā | bhūrṇim mṛgaṃ na savaneṣu cukrudhaṃ ka īśānaṃ na yāciṣat ||
Let me not, still beseeching thee with earnest song at Soma rites, Anger thee like soma wild beast. Who would not beseech him who hath power to grant his prayer?
madeneṣitam madam ugram ugreṇa śavasā | viśveṣāṃ tarutāram madacyutam made hi ṣmā dadāti naḥ ||
The draught made swift with rapturous joy, effectual with its mighty strength, All-conquering, distilling transport, let him drink: for he in ecstasy gives us gifts.
शेवारे वार्या पुरु देवो मर्ताय दाशुषे । स सुन्वते च स्तुवते च रासते विश्वगूर्तो अरिष्टुतः ॥
śevāre vāryā puru devo martāya dāśuṣe | sa sunvate ca stuvate ca rāsate viśvagūrto ariṣṭutaḥ ||
Where bliss is not, may he, All-praised, God whom the pious glorify, Bestow great wealth upon the mortal worshipper who sheds the juice and praises him.
Yoked to thy chariot wrought of gold, may thy two Bays with peacock tails, Convey thee hither, Steeds with their white backs, to quaff sweet juice that makes us eloquent.
pibā tv asya girvaṇaḥ sutasya pūrvapā iva | pariṣkṛtasya rasina iyam āsutiś cārur madāya patyate ||
So drink, thou Lover of the Song, as the first drinker, of this juice. This the outpouring of the savoury sap prepared is good and meet to gladden thee.
tvam puraṃ cariṣṇvaṃ vadhaiḥ śuṣṇasya sam piṇak | tvam bhā anu caro adha dvitā yad indra havyo bhuvaḥ ||
Susna's quick moving castle thou hast crushed to pieces with thy bolts. Thou, Indra, from of old, hast followed after light, since we have had thee to invoke.
आ यद् अश्वान् वनन्वतः श्रद्धयाहं रथे रुहम् । उत वामस्य वसुनश् चिकेतति यो अस्ति याद्वः पशुः ॥
ā yad aśvān vananvataḥ śraddhayāhaṃ rathe ruham | uta vāmasya vasunaś ciketati yo asti yādvaḥ paśuḥ ||
When to the car, by faith, I yoked the horses longing for the way- For skilled is Yadu's son in dealing precious wealth, he who is rich in herds of kine.
Playoga's son Asanga, by ten thousand, O Agni, hath surpassed the rest in giving. For me ten bright-hued oxen have come forward like lotus-stalks from out a lake upstanding.
anv asya sthūraṃ dadṛśe purastād anastha ūrur avarambamāṇaḥ | śaśvatī nāry abhicakṣyāha subhadram arya bhojanam bibharṣi ||
What time her husband's perfect restoration to his lost strength and manhood was apparent, His consort Sasvati with joy addressed him, Now art thou well, my lord, and shalt be happy.