1 ON a high car, O Parvata and Indra, bring pleasant viands, with brave heroes, hither. Enjoy the gifts, Gods, at our sacrifices wax strong by hymns, rejoice in our oblation.
tíṣṭhā sú kam maghavan mā́ párā gāḥ sómasya nú tvā súṣutasya yakṣi | pitúr ná putráḥ sícam ā́ rabhe ta índra svā́diṣṭhayā girā́ śacīvaḥ ||
2 Stay still, O Maghavan, advance no farther. a draught of well-pressed Soma will I give thee. With sweetest song I grasp, O Mighty Indra, thy garment's hem as a child grasps his father's.
śáṃsāvādhvaryo práti me gr̥ṇīhi índrāya vā́haḥ kr̥ṇavāva júṣṭam | édám barhír yájamānasya sīda áthā ca bhūd ukthám índrāya śastám ||
3 Adhvaryu, sing we both; sing thou in answer: make we a laud acceptable to Indra. Upon this sacrificer's grass he seated: to Indra shall our eulogy be uttered.
4 A wife, O Maghavan is home and dwelling: so let thy Bay Steeds yoked convey thee hither. Whenever we press out for thee the Soma, let Agni as our Herald speed to call thee.
párā yāhi maghavann ā́ ca yāhi índra bhrātar ubhayátrā te ártham | yátrā ráthasya br̥ható nidhā́naṃ vimócanaṃ vājíno rā́sabhasya ||
5 Depart, O Maghavan; again come hither: both there and here thy goat is Indra, Brother, Where thy tall chariot hath a place to rest in, and where thqu loosest thy loud-neighing Courser.
6 Thou hast drunk Soma, Indra, turn thee homeward; thy joy is in thy home, thy racious Consort; Where thy tall chariot hath a place to rest in, and thy strong Courser is set free with guerdon.
7 Bounteous are these, Aṅgirases, Virupas: the Asura's Heroes and the Sons of Heaven. They, giving store of wealth to Viśvāmitra, prolong his life through countless Soma-pressings.
8 Maghavan weareth every shape at pleasure, effecting magic changes in his body, Holy One, drinker out of season, coming thrice, in a moment, through fit prayers, from heaven.
9 The mighty sage, God-born and God-incited, who looks on men, restrained the billowy river. When Viśvāmitra was Sudās's escort, then Indra through the Kuśikas grew friendly.
10 Like swans, prepare a song of praise with pressing-stones, glad in your hymns with juice poured forth in sacrifice. Ye singers, with the Gods, sages who look on men, ye Kutikas drink up the Soma's savoury meath.
11 Come forward, Kuśikas, and be attentive; let loose Sudās's horse to win him riches. East, west, and north, let the King slay the foeman, then at earth's choicest place perform his worship.
13 The Viśvāmitras have sung forth this prayer to Indra Thunder-aimed: So let him make us prosperous.
kíṃ te kr̥ṇvanti kī́kaṭeṣu gā́vo nā́śíraṃ duhré ná tapanti gharmám | ā́ no bhara prámagandasya védo naicāśākhám maghavan randhayā naḥ ||
14 Among the Kikatas what do thy cattle? They pour no milky draught, they heat no caldron. Bring thou to us the wealth of Pramaganda; give up to us, O Maghavan, the low-born.
15 Sasarpari, the gift of Jamadagnis, hath lowed with mighty voice dispelling famine. The Daughter of the Sun hath spread our glory among the Gods, imperishable, deathless.
16 Sasarpari brought glory speedily to these, over the generations of the Fivefold Race; Daughter of Paksa, she bestows new vital power, she whom the ancient Jamadagnis gave to me.
17 Strong be the pair of oxen, firm the axles, let not the pole slip nor the yoke be broken. May Indra, keep the yoke-pins from decaying: attend us, thou whose fellies are uninjured.
18 O Indra, give our bodies strength, strength to the bulls who draw the wains, Strength to our seed and progeny that they may live, for thou art he who giveth strength.
19 Enclose thee in the heart of Khayar timber, in the car wrought of Sinsapa put firmness. Show thyself strong, O Axle, fixed and strengthened: throw us not from the car whereon we travel.
ayám asmā́n vánaspátir mā́ ca hā́ mā́ ca rīriṣat | suastí ā́ gr̥hébhya ā́ avasā́ ā́ vimócanāt ||
20 Let not this sovran of the wood leave us forlorn or injure us. Safe may we be until we reach our homes and rest us and unyoke.
índrotíbhir bahulā́bhir no adyá yācchreṣṭhā́bhir maghavañ chūra jinva | yó no dvéṣṭi ádharaḥ sás padīṣṭa yám u dviṣmás tám u prāṇó jahātu ||
21 With various aids this day come to us, Indra, with best aids speed us, Maghavan, thou Hero. Let him who hatcth us fall headlong downward: him whom we hate let vital breath abandon.
22 He heats his very axe, and then cuts a mere Semal blossom off. O Indra, like a caldron cracked and seething, so he pours out foam.
ná sā́yakasya cikite janāso lodháṃ nayanti páśu mányamānāḥ | nā́vājinaṃ vājínā hāsayanti ná gardabhám puró áśvān nayanti ||
23 Men notice not the arrow, O ye people; they bring the red beast deeming it a bullock. A sluggish steed men run not with the courser, nor ever lead an ass before a charger.
imá indara+ bharatásya putrā́ apapitváṃ cikitur ná prapitvám | hinvánti áśvam áraṇaṃ ná nítyaṃ jíyāvājam pári ṇayanti ājaú ||
24 These men, the sons of Bhārata, O Indra, regard not severance or close connexion. They urge their own steed as it were another's, and take him, swift as the bow's string, to battle.
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