तस्मिन् हि सन्त्य् ऊतयो विश्वा अभीरवः सचा । तम् आ वहन्तु सप्तयः पुरूवसुम् मदाय हरयः सुतम् ॥
tasmin hi santy ūtayo viśvā abhīravaḥ sacā | tam ā vahantu saptayaḥ purūvasum madāya harayaḥ sutam ||
For verily combined in him are all the fearless powers of aid. Him, rich in wealth, let swift Steeds bring to us, his Bays, to Soma juice for his carouse:
यो दुष्टरो विश्ववार श्रवाय्यो वाजेष्व् अस्ति तरुता । स नः शविष्ठ सवना वसो गहि गमेम गोमति व्रजे ॥
yo duṣṭaro viśvavāra śravāyyo vājeṣv asti tarutā | sa naḥ śaviṣṭha savanā vaso gahi gamema gomati vraje ||
Which merits fame, all-bountiful! and, unsubdued, hath victory in deeds of might. So come to our libations, Strongest! Excellent! May we obtain a stall of kine.
ya ṛṣvaḥ śrāvayatsakhā viśvet sa veda janimā puruṣṭutaḥ | taṃ viśve mānuṣā yugendraṃ havante taviṣaṃ yatasrucaḥ ||
High, glorifier of his friend, he knows all generations, he whom many praise. All races of mankind with ladies lifted up invoke that Mighty Indra's aid.
In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your Hero with high laud, to him the Wise, To Indra, glorious in his name, the Mighty One, even as the hymn alloweth it.
mahaḥ su vo aram iṣe stavāmahe mīḷhuṣe araṅgamāya jagmaye | yajñebhir gīrbhir viśvamanuṣām marutām iyakṣasi gāye tvā namasā girā ||
We praise, so that the Mighty One may speed to you, Pourer of bounties, Traveller, prepared to go. Thou favourest the Maruts known to all, by song and sacrifice. With song and praise I sing to thee.
We in the sacrifice perform their will whose voice is lifted high, The worship of those Thundering Ones who o'er the ridges of these mountains fly in troops.
O Indra, Mightiest, bring us that which crushes men of evil minds, Wealth suited to our needs, O Stirrer of the thought, best wealth, O thou who stirrest thought.
O Winner, noble winner, strong, wondrous, most splendid, excellent, Sole Lord of victory, bring all-overpowering wealth, joy-giving, chief in deeds of might.
आ स एतु य ईवद् आं अदेवः पूर्तम् आददे । यथा चिद् वशो अश्व्यः पृथुश्रवसि कानीते ऽस्या व्युष्य् आददे ॥
ā sa etu ya īvad āṃ adevaḥ pūrtam ādade | yathā cid vaśo aśvyaḥ pṛthuśravasi kānīte 'syā vyuṣy ādade ||
Now let the godless man approach who hath received reward so great As Vasa, Asvya, when this light of morning dawned, received from Prthusravas, from Kanita's son.
Steeds sixty thousand and ten thousand kine, and twenty hundred camels I obtained; Ten hundred brown in hue, and other ten red in three spots: in all, ten thousand kine.
The gifts which Prthusravas gave, Kanita's son munificent. He gave a chariot wrought of gold: the prince was passing bountiful, and won himself most lofty fame.
आ नो वायो महे तने याहि मखाय पाजसे । वयं हि ते चकृमा भूरि दावने सद्यश् चिन् महि दावने ॥
ā no vāyo mahe tane yāhi makhāya pājase | vayaṃ hi te cakṛmā bhūri dāvane sadyaś cin mahi dāvane ||
Come thou to this great rite of ours, Vayu! to give us vigorous light. We have served thee that thou mightest give much to us, yea, mightest quickly give great wealth.
yo aśvebhir vahate vasta usrās triḥ sapta saptatīnām | ebhiḥ somebhiḥ somasudbhiḥ somapā dānāya śukrapūtapāḥ ||
Who with thrice seven times seventy horses comes to us, invested with the rays of morn, Through these our Soma-draughts and those who press, to give, drinker of pure bright Soma Juice.
यो म इमं चिद् उ त्मनामन्दच् चित्रं दावने । अरट्वे अक्षे नहुषे सुकृत्वनि सुकृत्तराय सुक्रतुः ॥
yo ma imaṃ cid u tmanāmandac citraṃ dāvane | araṭve akṣe nahuṣe sukṛtvani sukṛttarāya sukratuḥ ||
Who hath inclined this glorious one, bounteous himself, to give me gifts. Borne on firm chariot with the prosperous Nahup, wise, to a man yet more devout.
ucathye vapuṣi yaḥ svarāḷ uta vāyo ghṛtasnāḥ | aśveṣitaṃ rajeṣitaṃ śuneṣitam prājma tad idaṃ nu tat ||
Sole Lord in beauty meet for praise, O Vayu, dropping fatness down, Hurried along by steeds, by camels, and by hounds, spreads forth thy train: even this it is.
शतं दासे बल्बूथे विप्रस् तरुक्ष आ ददे । ते ते वायव् इमे जना मदन्तीन्द्रगोपा मदन्ति देवगोपाः ॥
śataṃ dāse balbūthe vipras tarukṣa ā dade | te te vāyav ime janā madantīndragopā madanti devagopāḥ ||
A hundred has the sage received, Dasa Balbutha's and Taruksa's gifts. These are thy people, Vayu, who rejoice with Indra for their guard, rejoice with Gods for guards.