4 Harnessing to thy car, as God, two blustering Steeds Of the Wind-God, O Thunderer, That speed along the shining path, thou making ways art glorified.
5 Even to these dark Steeds of Wind thou of thyself hast come to ride, Of which no driver may be found, none, be he God or mortal man.
ádha gmántā uśánā pr̥chate vāṃ kádarthā na ā́ gr̥hám | ā́ jagmathuḥ parākã́d diváś ca gmáś ca mártiyam ||
6 When ye approach, men ask you, thee and Uśanā: Why come ye to our dwelling-place? Why are ye come to mortal man from distant realms of eapth and heaven?
8 Around us is the Dasyu, riteless, void of sense, inhuman, keeping alien laws. Baffle, thou Slayer of the foe, the weapon which this Dāsa wields.
tuváṃ na · indara+ śūra śū́rair utá tvótāso barháṇā | purutrā́ te ví pūrtáyo návanta kṣoṇáyo yathā ||
9 Hero with Heroes, thou art ours: yea, strong are they whom thou dost help. In many a place are thy full gifts, and men, like vassals, sing thy praise.
10 Urge thou these heroes on to slay the enemy, brave Thunderer! in the fight with swords. Even when hid among the tribes of Sages numerous as stars.
makṣū́ tā́ ta indara+ dānā́pnasa ākṣāṇé śūra vajrivaḥ | yád dha śúṣṇasya dambháyo jātáṃ víśvaṃ sayā́vabhiḥ ||
11 Swift come those gifts of thine whose hand is prompt to rend and burn, O Hero Thunder-armed: As thou with thy Companions didst destroy the whole of Su Snia's brood.
12 Let not thine excellent assistance come to us, O Hero Indra, profitless. May we, may we enjoy the bliss of these thy favours, Thunderer!
asmé tā́ ta indara+ santu satyā́ áhiṃsantīr upaspŕ̥śaḥ | vidyā́ma yā́sãm bhújo dhenūnã́ṃ ná vajrivaḥ ||
13 May those soft impulses of thine, O Indra, be fruitful and innocent to us. May we know these whose treasures are like those of milch-kine, Thunderer!
14 That Earth, through power of knowing things that may be known, handless and footless yet might thrive, Thou slewest, turning to the right, gu; na for every living man.
15 Drink, drink the Soma, Hero Indra; be not withheld as thou art good, O Treasure-giver. Preserve the singers and our liberal princes, and make us wealthy with abundant riches.
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Maṇḍala I