1 WE compass thee like waters, we whose grass is trimmed and Soma pressed. Here where the filter pours its stream, thy worshippers round thee, O Vṛtra-slayer, sit.
3 Boldly, Bold Hero, bring us spoil in thousands for the Kaṇvas' sake. O active Maghavan, with eager prayer we crave the yellow-hued with store ol kine.
4 Medhyātithi, to Indra sing, drink of the juice to make thee glad. Close-knit to his Bay Steeds, bolt-armed, beside the juice is he: his chariot is of gold.
5 He Who is praised as strong of hand both right and left, most wise and hold: Indra who, rich in hundreds, gathers thousands up, honoured as breaker-down of forts.
6 The bold of heart whom none provokes, who stands in bearded confidence; Much-lauded, very glorious, overthrowing foes, strong Helper, like a bull with might.
7 Who knows what vital ower he wins, drinking beside the flowing juice? This is the fair-checked God who, joying in the draught, breaks down the castles in his strength.
dānā́ mr̥gó ná vāraṇáḥ purutrā́ caráthaṃ dadhe | nákiṣ ṭuvā ní yamad ā́ suté gamo mahā́ṃś carasi ójasā ||
8 As a wild elephant rushes on this way and that way, mad with heat, 'None may compel thee, yet come hither to the draught: thou movest mighty in thy power.
9 When he, the Mighty, ne’er o’erthrown, steadfast, made ready for the fight, When Indra Maghavan lists to his praiser's call, he will not stand aloof, but come.
satyám itthā́ vŕ̥ṣéd asi vŕ̥ṣajūtir no ávr̥taḥ | vŕ̥ṣā hí ugra śr̥ṇviṣé parāváti vŕ̥ṣo arvāváti śrutáḥ ||
10 Yea, verily, thou art a Bull, with a bull's rush. whom none may stay: Thou Mighty One, art celebrated as a Bull, famed as a Bull both near and far.
11 Thy reins are very bulls in strength, bulls' strength is in thy golden whip. Thy car, O Maghavan, thy Bays are strong as bulls: thou, Śatakratu, art a Bull.
12 Let the strong presser press for thee. Bring hither, thou straight-rushing Bull. The mighty makes the mighty run in flowing streams for thee whom thy Bay Horses bear.
13 Come, thou most potent Indra, come to drink the savoury Soma juice. Maghavan, very wise, will quickly come to hear the songs, the prayer, the hymns of praise.
14 When thou hast mounted on thy car let thy yoked Bay Steeds carry thee, Past other men's libations, Lord of Hundred Powers, thee, Vṛtra-slayer, thee our Friend.
asmā́kam adyá ántamaṃ stómaṃ dhiṣva mahāmaha | asmā́kaṃ te sávanā santu śáṃtamā mádāya dyukṣa somapāḥ ||
15 O thou Most Lofty One, accept our laud as nearest to thine heart. May our libations be most sweet to make thee glad, O Soma-drinker, Heavenly Lord.
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Maṇḍala I