पिबा सुतस्य रसिनो मत्स्वा न इन्द्र गोमतः । आपिर् नो बोधि सधमाद्यो वृधे ऽस्मां अवन्तु ते धियः ॥
pibā sutasya rasino matsvā na indra gomataḥ | āpir no bodhi sadhamādyo vṛdhe 'smāṃ avantu te dhiyaḥ ||
Drink, Indra, of the savoury juice, and cheer thee with our milky draught. Be, for our weal, our Friend and sharer of the feast, and let thy wisdom guard us well.
भूयाम ते सुमतौ वाजिनो वयम् मा न स्तर् अभिमातये । अस्माञ् चित्राभिर् अवताद् अभिष्टिभिर् आ नः सुम्नेषु यामय ॥
bhūyāma te sumatau vājino vayam mā na star abhimātaye | asmāñ citrābhir avatād abhiṣṭibhir ā naḥ sumneṣu yāmaya ||
In thy kind grace and favour may we still be strong: expose us not to foe's attack. With manifold assistance guard and succour us, and bring us to felicity.
imā u tvā purūvaso giro vardhantu yā mama | pāvakavarṇāḥ śucayo vipaścito 'bhi stomair anūṣata ||
May these my songs of praise exalt thee, Lord, who hast abundant wealth. Men skilled in holy hymns, pure, with the hues of fire, have sung them with their lauds to thee.
अयं सहस्रम् ऋषिभिः सहस्कृतः समुद्र इव पप्रथे । सत्यः सो अस्य महिमा गृणे शवो यज्ञेषु विप्रराज्ये ॥
ayaṃ sahasram ṛṣibhiḥ sahaskṛtaḥ samudra iva paprathe | satyaḥ so asya mahimā gṛṇe śavo yajñeṣu viprarājye ||
He, with his might enhanced by Rsis thousand fold, hath like an ocean spread himself. His majesty is praised as true at solemn rites, his power where holy singers rule.
With might hath Indra spread out heaven and earth, with power hath Indra lighted up the Sun. In Indra are all creatures closely held; in him meet the distilling Soma-drops.
Men with their lauds are urging thee, Indra, to drink the Soma first. The Rbhus in accord have lifted up their voice, and Rudras sung thee as the first.
asyed indro vāvṛdhe vṛṣṇyaṃ śavo made sutasya viṣṇavi | adyā tam asya mahimānam āyavo 'nu ṣṭuvanti pūrvathā ||
Indra increased his manly strength at sacrifice, in the wild rapture of this juice. And living men to-day, even as of old, sing forth their praises to his majesty.
tat tvā yāmi suvīryaṃ tad brahma pūrvacittaye | yenā yatibhyo bhṛgave dhane hite yena praskaṇvam āvitha ||
I crave of thee that hero strength, that thou mayst first regard this prayer, Wherewith thou holpest Bhrgu and the Yatis and Praskanva when the prize was staked.
येना समुद्रम् असृजो महीर् अपस् तद् इन्द्र वृष्णि ते शवः । सद्यः सो अस्य महिमा न संनशे यं क्षोणीर् अनुचक्रदे ॥
yenā samudram asṛjo mahīr apas tad indra vṛṣṇi te śavaḥ | sadyaḥ so asya mahimā na saṃnaśe yaṃ kṣoṇīr anucakrade ||
Wherewith thou sentest mighty waters to the sea, that, Indra, is thy manly strength. For ever unattainable is this power of him to whom the worlds have cried aloud.
Help us, O Indra, when we pray to thee for wealth and hero might. First help thou on to strength the man who strives to win, and aid our laud, O Ancient One.
kan navyo atasīnāṃ turo gṛṇīta martyaḥ | nahī nv asya mahimānam indriyaṃ svar gṛṇanta ānaśuḥ ||
What newest of imploring prayers shall, then, the zealous mortal sing? For have not they who laud his might, and Indra-power won for themselves the light of heaven?
kad u stuvanta ṛtayanta devata ṛṣiḥ ko vipra ohate | kadā havam maghavann indra sunvataḥ kad u stuvata ā gamaḥ ||
When shall they keep the Law and praise thee mid the Gods? Who counts as Rsi and as sage? When ever wilt thou, Indra Maghavan, come nigh to presser's or to praiser's call?
ud u tye madhumattamā gira stomāsa īrate | satrājito dhanasā akṣitotayo vājayanto rathā iva ||
These songs of ours exceeding sweet, these hymns of praise ascend to thee, Like ever-conquering chariots that display their strength, gain wealth, and give unfailing aid.
The Bhrgus are like Suns, like Kanvas, and have gained all that their thoughts were bent upon. The living men of Priyamedha's race have sung exalting Indra with their lauds.
इमे हि ते कारवो वावशुर् धिया विप्रासो मेधसातये । स त्वं नो मघवन्न् इन्द्र गिर्वणो वेनो न शृणुधी हवम् ॥
ime hi te kāravo vāvaśur dhiyā viprāso medhasātaye | sa tvaṃ no maghavann indra girvaṇo veno na śṛṇudhī havam ||
For these, the bards and singers, have cried out to thee with prayer, to gain the sacrifice. As such, O Maghavan, Indra, who lovest song, even as a lover bear my call.
Bright were the flaming fires, the Sun gave forth his shine, and Soma, Indra's juice, shone clear. Indra, thou blewest the great Dragon from the air -. men must regard that valorous deed.