1 As one brings forth his car when fain for combat, so bring we power to thee—regard us, Indra— Well skilled in song, thoughtful in spirit, seeking great bliss from one like thee amid the Heroes.
2 Indra, thou art our own with thy protection, a guardian near to men who love thee truly, Active art thou, the liberal man's defender, his who draws near to thee with right devotion.
sá no yúvā índaro+ johū́traḥ sákhā śivó narā́m astu pātā́ | yáḥ śáṃsantaṃ yáḥ śaśamānám ūtī́ pácantaṃ ca stuvántaṃ ca praṇéṣat ||
3 May Indra, called with solemn invocations. the young, the Friend, be men's auspicious keeper, One who will further with his aid the singer, the toiler, praiser, dresser of oblations.
tám u stuṣa índaraṃ+ táṃ gr̥ṇīṣe yásmin purā́ vāvr̥dhúḥ śāśadúś ca | sá vásvaḥ kā́mam pīparad iyānó brahmaṇiyató nū́tanasya āyóḥ ||
4 With laud and song let me extol that Indra in whom of old men prospered and were mighty. May he, implored, fulfil the prayer for plenty of him who worships, of the living mortal.
5 He, Indra whom the Aṅgirases' praise delighted, strengthened their prayer and made their goings prosper. Stealing away the mornings with the sunlight, he, lauded, crushed even Aśna's ancient powers.
sá ha śrutá índaro+ nā́ma devá ūrdhvó bhuvan mánuṣe dasmátamaḥ | áva priyám arśasānásya sāhvā́ñ chíro bharad dãsásya svadhā́vān ||
6 He verily, the God, the glorious Indra, hath raised him up for man, best Wonder-Worker. He, self-reliant, mighty and triumphant, brought low the dear head of the wicked Dāsa.
sá vr̥trahā́ índaraḥ+ kr̥ṣṇáyonīḥ puraṃdaró dã́sīr airayad ví | ájanayan mánave kṣā́m apáś ca satrā́ śáṃsaṃ yájamānasya tūtot ||
7 Indra the Vṛtra-slayer, Fort-destroyer, scattered the Dāsa hosts who dwelt in darkness. For men hath he created earth and waters, and ever helped the prayer of him who worships.
8 To him in might the Gods have ever yielded, to Indra in the tumult of the battle. When in his arms they laid the bolt, he slaughtered the Dasyus and cast down their forts of iron.
9 Now may that wealthy Cow of thine, O Indra, give in return a boon to him who lauds thee. Give to thy praisers: let not fortune fail us. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.
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Maṇḍala I