उप त्वा कर्मन्न् ऊतये स नो युवोग्रश् चक्राम यो धृषत् । त्वाम् इद् ध्य् अवितारं ववृमहे सखाय इन्द्र सानसिम् ॥
upa tvā karmann ūtaye sa no yuvograś cakrāma yo dhṛṣat | tvām id dhy avitāraṃ vavṛmahe sakhāya indra sānasim ||
On thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the mighty, hath gonse forth. We therefore, we thy friends, Indra, have chosen thee, free-giver, as our Guardian God.
वयं हि त्वा बन्धुमन्तम् अबन्धवो विप्रास इन्द्र येमिम । या ते धामानि वृषभ तेभिर् आ गहि विश्वेभिः सोमपीतये ॥
vayaṃ hi tvā bandhumantam abandhavo viprāsa indra yemima | yā te dhāmāni vṛṣabha tebhir ā gahi viśvebhiḥ somapītaye ||
For we the kinless singers have drawn hither thee, O Indra, who hast numerous kin. With all the forms thou hast, comic thou of bull-like strength, come near to drink the Soma juice.
acchā ca tvainā namasā vadāmasi kim muhuś cid vi dīdhayaḥ | santi kāmāso harivo dadiṣ ṭvaṃ smo vayaṃ santi no dhiyaḥ ||
We speak to thee with this our reverential prayer. Why art thou pondering yet awhile? Here are our wishes; thou art liberal, Lord of Bays: we and our hymns are present here.
विद्मा सखित्वम् उत शूर भोज्यम् आ ते ता वज्रिन्न् ईमहे । उतो समस्मिन्न् आ शिशीहि नो वसो वाजे सुशिप्र गोमति ॥
vidmā sakhitvam uta śūra bhojyam ā te tā vajrinn īmahe | uto samasminn ā śiśīhi no vaso vāje suśipra gomati ||
Hero, we knew thy friendship and thy rich rewards: these, Thunderer, now we crave of thee. O Vasu, for all wealth that cometh of the kine, sharpen our powers, fair-visored God.
हर्यश्वं सत्पतिं चर्षणीसहं स हि ष्मा यो अमन्दत । आ तु नः स वयति गव्यम् अश्व्यं स्तोतृभ्यो मघवा शतम् ॥
haryaśvaṃ satpatiṃ carṣaṇīsahaṃ sa hi ṣmā yo amandata | ā tu naḥ sa vayati gavyam aśvyaṃ stotṛbhyo maghavā śatam ||
Borne by Bay Steeds, the Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is he who takes; delight. May Maghavan bestow on us his worshippers hundreds of cattle and of steeds.
May we be victors in the singer's battle song, and meet the wicked, Much invoked! With heroes smite the foeman and show forth our strength. O Indra, further thou our thoughts.
nakī revantaṃ sakhyāya vindase pīyanti te surāśvaḥ | yadā kṛṇoṣi nadanuṃ sam ūhasy ād it piteva hūyase ||
Thou findest not the wealthy man to be thy friend: those scorn thee who are flown with wine. What time thou thunderest and gatherest, then thou, even as a Father, art invoked.
मा ते गोदत्र निर् अराम राधस इन्द्र मा ते गृहामहि । दृळ्हा चिद् अर्यः प्र मृशाभ्य् आ भर न ते दामान आदभे ॥
mā te godatra nir arāma rādhasa indra mā te gṛhāmahi | dṛḷhā cid aryaḥ pra mṛśābhy ā bhara na te dāmāna ādabhe ||
Giver of kine, may we not miss thy gracious gifts: let us not rob thee of thine own. Strip even the strong places of the foe, and bring: thy gifts can never be made vain.
चित्र इद् राजा राजका इद् अन्यके यके सरस्वतीम् अनु । पर्जन्य इव ततनद् धि वृष्ट्या सहस्रम् अयुता ददत् ॥
citra id rājā rājakā id anyake yake sarasvatīm anu | parjanya iva tatanad dhi vṛṣṭyā sahasram ayutā dadat ||
Citra is King, and only kinglings are the rest who dwell beside Sarasvati. He, like Parjanya with his rain, hath spread himself with thousand, yea, with myriad gifts.