1 WISELY have I enjoyed the savoury viand, religious-thoughted, best to find out treasure, The food to which all Deities and mortals, calling it meath, gather themselves together.
2 Tlou shalt be Aditi as thou hast entered within, appeaser of celestial anger. Indu, enjoying Indra's friendship, bring us—as a swift steed the car—forward to riches.
3 We have drunk Soma and become immortal; we have attained the light, the Gods discovered. Now what may foeman's malice do to harm us? What, O Immortal, mortal man's deception?
4 Absorbed into the heart, be sweet, O Indu, as a kind father to his son, O Soma, As a wise Friend to friend: do thou, wide-ruler, O Soma, lengthen out our days for living.
imé mā pītā́ yaśása uruṣyávo ráthaṃ ná gā́vaḥ sám anāha párvasu | té mā rakṣantu visrásaś carítrãd utá mā srā́mād yavayantu índavaḥ ||
5 These glorious drops that give me freedom have I drunk. Closely they knit my joints as straps secure a car. Let them protect my foot from slipping on the way: yea, let the drops I drink preserve me from disease.
6 Make me shine bright like fire produced by friction: give us a clearer sight and make us better. For in carouse I think of thee, O Soma, Shall I, as a rich man, attain to comfort?
7 May we enjoy with an enlivened spirit the juice thou givest, like ancestral riches. O Soma, King, prolong thou our existence as Sūrya makes the shining days grow longer.
8 King Soma, favour us and make us prosper: we are thy devotees; of this be mindful. Spirit and power are fresh in us, O Indu give us not up unto our foeman's pleasure.
tuváṃ hí nas tanúvaḥ soma gopā́ gā́tre-gātre niṣasátthā nr̥cákṣāḥ | yát te vayám praminā́ma vratā́ni sá no mr̥̄ḷa+ suṣakhā́ deva vásyaḥ ||
9 For thou hast settled in each joint, O Soma, aim of men's eyes and guardian of our bodies. When we offend against thine holy statutes, as a kind Friend, God, best of all, be gracious.
10 May I be with the Friend whose heart is tender, who, Lord of Bays! when quaffed will never harm me-This Soma now deposited within me. For this, I pray for longer life to Indra.
11 Our maladies have lost their strength and vanished: they feared, and passed away into the darkness. Soma hath risen in us, exceeding mighty, and we are come where men prolong existence.
yó na índuḥ pitaro hr̥tsú pītó ámartiyo mártiyām̐ āvivéśa | tásmai sómāya havíṣā vidhema mr̥̄ḷīké+ asya sumataú siyāma ||
12. Fathers, that Indu which our hearts have drunken, Immortal in himself, hath entered mortals. So let us serve this Soma with oblation, and rest securely in his grace and favour.
13 Associate with the Fathers thou, O Soma, hast spread thyself abroad through earth and heaven. So with oblation let us serve thee, Indu, and so let us become the lords of riches,
14 Give us your blessing, O ye Gods’ preservers. Never may sleep or idle talk control us. But evermore may we, as friends of Soma, speak to the synod with brave sons around us.
15 On all sides, . Soma, thou art our life-giver: aim of all eyes, light-finder, come within us. Indu, of one accord with thy protections both from behind and from before preserve us.
1 TO you will I sing Indra's praise who gives good gifts as well we know; The praise of Maghavan who, rich in treasure, aids his singers with wealth thousandfold.
2 As with a hundred hosts, he rushes boldly on, and for the offerer slays his foes. As from a mountain flow the water-brooks, thus flow his gifts who feedeth many a one.
ā́ tvā sutā́sa índavo mádā yá indra girvaṇaḥ | ā́po ná vajrinn ánu okíyaṃ sáraḥ pr̥ṇánti śūra rā́dhase ||
3 The drops effused, the gladdening draughts, O Indra, Lover of the Son As waters seek the lake where they are wont to rest, fill thee, for bounty, Thunderer.
4 The matchless draught that strengthens and gives eloquence, the sweetest of the meath drink thou, That in thy joy thou maysi scatter thy gifts o’er us, plenteously, even as the dust.
ā́ na stómam úpa dravád dhyānó° áśvo ná sótr̥bhiḥ | yáṃ te svadhāvan svadáyanti dhenáva índra káṇveṣu rātáyaḥ ||
5 Come quickly to our laud, urged on by Soma-pressers like a horse-Laud, Godlike Indra, which milch-kine make sweet for thee: with Kaṇva's sons are gifts for thee.
ugráṃ ná vīráṃ námasópa sedima víbhūtim ákṣitāvasum | udrī́va vajrinn avató ná siñcaté kṣáranti indra dhītáyaḥ ||
6 With homage have we sought thee as a Hero, strong, preeminent, with unfailing wealth. O Thunderer, as a plenteous spring pours forth its stream, so, Indra, flow our songs to thee.
7 If now thou art at sacrifice, or if thou art upon the earth, Come thence, high-thoughted! to our sacrifice with the Swift, come, Mighty with the Mighty Ones.
8 The active, fleet-foot, tawny Coursers that are thine are swift to victory, like the Wind, Wherewith thou goest round to visit Manus' seed, wherewith all heaven is visible.
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Maṇḍala I