2 Even him, eternal, like a bull who rushes down, men's Conqueror, bounteous like a cow; Him who is cause of both, of enmity and peace, to both sides most munificent.
4 Those skilled in song, O Maghavan among these men o’ercome with might the foeman's songs. Come hither, bring us strength in many a varied form most near that it may succour us.
mahé caná tvā́m adrivaḥ párā śulkā́ya dẽyām | ná sahásrāya nā́yútāya vajrivo ná śatā́ya śatāmagha ||
5 O Caster of the Stone, I would not sell thee for a mighty price, Not for a thousand, Thunderer! nor ten thousand, nor a hundred, Lord of countless wealth!
vásyām̐ indrāsi me pitúr utá bhrā́tur ábhuñjataḥ | mātā́ ca me chadayathaḥ samā́ vaso vasutvanā́ya rā́dhase ||
6 O Indra, thou art more to me than sire or niggard brother is. Thou and my mother, O Good Lord, appear alike, to give me wealth abundantly.
kúveyatha kuvéd asi purutrā́ cid dhí te mánaḥ | álarṣi yudhma khajakr̥t puraṃdara prá gāyatrā́ agāsiṣuḥ ||
7 Where art thou? Whither art thou gone? For many a place attracts thy mind. Haste, Warrior, Fort-destroyer, Lord of battle's din, haste, holy songs have sounded forth.
8 Sing out the psalm to him who breaks down castles for his faithful friend, Verses to bring the Thunderer to destroy the forts and sit on Kaṇva's sacred grass.
yé te sánti daśagvínaḥ śatíno yé sahasríṇaḥ | áśvāso yé te vŕ̥ṣaṇo raghudrúvas tébhir nas tū́yam ā́ gahi ||
9 The Horses which are thine in tens, in hundreds, yea, in thousands thine, Even those vigorous Steeds, fleet-footed in the course, with those come quickly near to us.
15 If he will listen to my laud, then may out Soma-drops that flow Rapidly through the strainer gladden Indra, drops due to the Tugryas’ Strengthener.
ā́ tú adyá sadhástutiṃ vāvā́tuḥ sákhyur ā́ gahi | úpastutir maghónām prá tvā avatu ádhā te vaśmi suṣṭutím ||
16 Come now unto the common laud of thee and of thy faithful friend. So may our wealthy nobles’ praise give joy to thee. Fain would I sing thine eulogy.
17 Press out the Soma with the stones, and in the waters wash it clean. The men investing it with raiment made of milk shall milk it forth from out the stems.
18 Whether thou come from earth or from the lustre of the lofty heaven, Wax stronger in thy body through my song of praise: fill full all creatures, O most Wise.
índrāya sú madíntamaṃ sómaṃ sotā váreṇiyam | śakrá eṇam pīpayad víśvayā dhiyā́ hinuvānáṃ ná vājayúm ||
19 For India press the Soma out, most gladdening and most excellent. May Śakra make it swell sent forth with every prayer and asking, as it were, for strength.
mā́ tvā sómasya gáldayā sádā yā́cann aháṃ girā́ | bhū́rṇim mr̥gáṃ ná sávaneṣu cukrudhaṃ ká ī́śānaṃ ná yāciṣat ||
20 Let me not, still beseeching thee with earnest song at Soma rites, Anger thee like some wild beast. Who would not beseech him who hath power to grant his prayer?
21 The draught made swift with rapturous joy, effectual with its mighty strength, All-conquering, distilling transport, let him drink: for he in ecstasy gives us gifts.
śévāre vā́riyā purú devó mártāya dāśúṣe | sá sunvaté ca stuvaté ca rāsate viśvágūrto ariṣṭutáḥ ||
22 Where bliss is not, may he, All-praised, God whom the pious glorify, Bestow great wealth upon the mortal worshipper who sheds the juice and praises him.
ā́ indra yāhi mátsuva citréṇa deva rā́dhasā | sáro ná prāsi udáraṃ sápītibhir ā́ sómebhir urú sphirám ||
23 Come, Indra, and rejoice thyself, O God, in manifold affluence. Thou fillest like a lake thy vast capacious bulk with Soma and with draughts besides.
24 A thousand and a hundred Steeds are harnessed to thy golden car. So may the long-maned Bays, yoked by devotion, bring Indra to drink the Soma juice.
25 Yoked to thy chariot wrought of gold, may thy two Bays with peacock tails, Convey thee hither, Steeds with their white backs, to quaff sweet juice that makes us eloquent.
26 So drink, thou Lover of the Song, as the first drinker, of this juice. This the outpouring of the savoury sap prepared is good and meet to gladden thee.
yá éko ásti daṃsánā mahā́m̐ ugró abhí vrataíḥ | gámat sá śiprī́ ná sá yoṣad ā́ gamad dhávaṃ ná pári varjati ||
27 He who alone by wondrous deed is Mighty, Strong by holy works, May he come, fair of cheek; may he not stay afar, but come and turn not from our call.
tuvám púraṃ cariṣṇúvaṃ vadhaíḥ śúṣṇasya sám piṇak | tuvám bhã́ ánu caro ádha dvitā́ yád indra háviyo bhúvaḥ ||
28 Śuṣṇa's quick moving castle thou hast crushed to pieces with thy bolts. Thou, Indra, from of old, hast followed after light, since we have had thee to invoke.
29 My praises when the Sun hath risen, my praises at the time of noon, My praises at the coming of the gloom of night, O Vasu, have gone forth to thee.
30 Praise yea, praise him. Of princes these are the most liberal of their gifts, These, Paramajyā, Ninditāśva, Prapathī, most bounteous, O Medhyātithi.
31 When to the car, by faith, I yoked the horses longing for the way-For skilled is Yadu's son in dealing precious wealth, he who is rich in herds of kine.
33 Playoga's son Āsaṅga, by ten thousand, O Agni, hath surpassed the rest in giving. For me ten bright-hued oxen have come forward like lotus-stalks from out a lake upstanding.
34 What time her husband's perfect restoration to his lost strength and manhood was apparent, His consort Śaśvatī with joy addressed him, Now art thou well, my lord, and shalt be happy.
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