7 For verily combined in him are all the fearless powers of aid. Him, rich in wealth, let swift Steeds bring to us, his Bays, to Soma juice for his carouse:
yás te mádo váreṇiyo yá indra vr̥trahántamaḥ | yá ādadíḥ súvar nŕ̥bhir yáḥ pŕ̥tanāsu duṣṭáraḥ ||
8 Yea, that most excellent carouse, Indra, which slays most enemies, With Heroes wins the light of heaven, and is invincible in war:
9 Which merits fame, all-bountiful! and, unsubdued, hath victory in deeds of might. So come to our libations, Strongest! Excellent! May we obtain a stall of kine.
10 Responding to our wish for cows, for steeds, and chariots, as of old, Be gracious, Greatest of the Great
nahí te śūra rā́dhaso ántaṃ vindā́mi satrā́ | daśasyā́ no maghavan nū́ cid adrivo dhíyo vā́jebhir āvitha ||
11 For, Hero, nowhere can I find the bounds of thy munificence. Still do thou favour us, O Bolt-armed Maghavan: with strength hast thou rewarded hymns.
yá r̥ṣváḥ śrāvayátsakhā víśvét sá veda jánimā puruṣṭutáḥ | táṃ víśve mā́nuṣā yugā́ índraṃ havante taviṣáṃ yatásrucaḥ ||
12 High, glorifier of his friend, he knows all generations, he whom many praise. All races of mankind with ladies lifted up invoke that Mighty Indra's aid.
sá no vā́jeṣu avitā́ purūvásuḥ purasthātā́ maghávā vr̥trahā́ bhuvat ||
13 Be he our Champion and Protector in great deeds, rich in all wealth, the Vṛtra-slayer, Maghavan. 14 In the wild raptures of the juice sing to your Hero with high laud, to him the Wise,
16 Him, Sovran Ruler of all precious things, who even hath power o’er this fair form of his, As now it taketh shape, and afterward,
maháḥ sú vo áram iṣe stávāmahe | mīḷhúṣe araṃgamā́ya jágmaye yajñébhir gīrbhír viśvámanuṣām marútām iyakṣasi gā́ye tvā námasā girā́ ||
17 We praise, so that the Mighty One may speed to you, Pourer of bounties, Traveller, prepared to go. Thou favourest the Maruts known to all, by song and sacrifice. With song and praise I sing to thee.
18 We in the sacrifice perform their will whose voice is lifted high, The worship of those Thundering Ones who o’er the ridges of these mountains fly in troops.
19 O Indra, Mightiest, bring us that which crushes men of evil minds, Wealth suited to our needs, O Stirrer of the thought, best wealth, O thou who stirrest thought.
20 O Winner, noble winner, strong, wondrous, most splendid, excellent, Sole Lord of victory, bring all-overpowering wealth, joy-giving, chief in deeds of might.
ā́ sá etu yá ī́vad ā́m̐ ádevaḥ pūrtám ādadé | yáthā cid váśo aśviyáḥ pr̥thuśrávasi kānīté asyā́ viúṣi ādadé ||
21 Now let the godless man approach who hath received reward so great As Vaśa, Aśvya, when this light of morning dawned, received from Pṛthuśravas, from Kanīta's son.
22 Steeds sixty thousand and ten thousand kine, and twenty hundred camels I obtained; Ten hundred brown in hue, and other ten red in three spots: in all, ten thousand kine.
24 The gifts which Pṛthuśravas gave, Kanīta's son munificent. He gave a chariot wrought of gold: the prince was passing bountiful, and won himself most lofty fame.
ā́ no vāyo mahé táne yāhí makhā́ya pā́jase | vayáṃ hí te cakr̥mā́ bhū́ri dāváne sadyáś cin máhi dāváne ||
25 Come thou to this great rite of ours, Vāyu! to give us vigorous light. We have served thee that thou mightest give much to us, yea, mightest quickly give great wealth.
26 Who with thrice seven times seventy horses comes to us, invested with the rays of morn, Through these our Soma-draughts and those who press, to give, drinker of pure bright Soma Juice.
yó ma imáṃ cid u tmánā ámandac citráṃ dāváne | araṭvé ákṣe náhuṣe sukŕ̥tvani sukŕ̥ttarāya sukrátuḥ ||
27 Who hath inclined this glorious one, bounteous himself, to give me gifts. Borne on firm chariot with the prosperous Nahuṣa, wise, to a man yet more devout.
28 Sole Lord in beauty meet for praise, O Vāyu, dropping fatness down, Hurried along by steeds, by camels, and by hounds, spreads forth thy train: even this it is.
śatáṃ dāsé balbūthé vípras tárukṣa ā́ dade | té te vāyav imé jánā mádanti índragopā mádanti devágopāḥ ||
32 A hundred has the sage received, Dāsa Balbūtha's and Tarukṣa's gifts. These are thy people, Vāyu, who rejoice with Indra for their guard, rejoice with Gods for guards.
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