Sukta 21

आ यात्विन्द्रोऽवस उप न इह स्तुतः सधमादस्तु शूरः। वावृधानस्तविषीर्यस्य पूर्वीर्द्यौर्न क्षत्रमभिभूति पुष्यात्॥

ā yātvindro'vasa upa na iha stutaḥ sadhamādastu śūraḥ | vāvṛdhānastaviṣīryasya pūrvīrdyaurna kṣatramabhibhūti puṣyāt ||

MAY Indra come to us for our protection; here be the Hero, praised, our feast-companion. May he whose powers are many, waxen mighty, cherish, like Dyaus, his own supreme dominion.

तस्येदिह स्तवथ वृष्ण्यानि तुविद्युम्नस्य तुविराधसो नॄन्। यस्य क्रतुर्विदथ्यो न सम्राट् साह्वान्तरुत्रो अभ्यस्ति कृष्टीः॥

tasyediha stavatha vṛṣṇyāni tuvidyumnasya tuvirādhaso nṝn | yasya kraturvidathyo na samrāṭ sāhvāntarutro abhyasti kṛṣṭīḥ ||

Here magnify his great heroic exploits, most glorious One, enriching men with bounties, Whose will is like a Sovran in assembly, who rules the people, Conqueror, all-surpassing.

आ यात्विन्द्रो दिव आ पृथिव्या मक्षू समुद्रादुत वा पुरीषात्। स्वर्णरादवसे नो मरुत्वान्परावतो वा सदनादृतस्य॥

ā yātvindro diva ā pṛthivyā makṣū samudrāduta vā purīṣāt | svarṇarādavase no marutvānparāvato vā sadanādṛtasya ||

Hither let Indra come from earth or heaven, hither with speech from firmament or ocean; With Maruts, from the realm of light to aid us, or from a distance, from the seat of Order.

स्थूरस्य रायो बृहतो य ईशे तमु ष्टवाम विदथेष्विन्द्रम्। यो वायुना जयति गोमतीषु प्र धृष्णुया नयति वस्यो अच्छ॥

sthūrasya rāyo bṛhato ya īśe tamu ṣṭavāma vidatheṣvindram | yo vāyunā jayati gomatīṣu pra dhṛṣṇuyā nayati vasyo accha ||

That Indra will we laud in our assemblies, him who is Lord of great and lasting riches, Victor with Vayu where the herds are gathered, who leads with boldness on to higher fortune.

उप यो नमो नमसि स्तभायन्नियर्ति वाचं जनयन्यजध्यै। ऋञ्जसानः पुरुवार उक्थैरेन्द्रं कृण्वीत सदनेषु होता॥

upa yo namo namasi stabhāyanniyarti vācaṁ janayanyajadhyai | ṛñjasānaḥ puruvāra ukthairendraṁ kṛṇvīta sadaneṣu hotā ||

May the Priest, Lord of many blessings, striving,-who fixing reverence on reverence, giving Vent to his voice, inciteth men to worshipwith lauds bring Indra hither to our dwellings.

धिषा यदि धिषण्यन्तः सरण्यान्सदन्तो अद्रिमौशिजस्य गोहे। आ दुरोषाः पास्त्यस्य होता यो नो महान्संवरणेषु वह्निः॥

dhiṣā yadi dhiṣaṇyantaḥ saraṇyānsadanto adrimauśijasya gohe | ā duroṣāḥ pāstyasya hotā yo no mahānsaṁvaraṇeṣu vahniḥ ||

When sitting pondering in deep devotion in Ausija's abode they ply the press-stone, May he whose wrath is fierce, the mighty bearer, come as the house-lord's priest within our chambers.

सत्रा यदीं भार्वरस्य वृष्णः सिषक्ति शुष्मः स्तुवते भराय। गुहा यदीमौशिजस्य गोहे प्र यद्धिये प्रायसे मदाय॥

satrā yadīṁ bhārvarasya vṛṣṇaḥ siṣakti śuṣmaḥ stuvate bharāya | guhā yadīmauśijasya gohe pra yaddhiye prāyase madāya ||

Surely the power of Bharvara the mighty for ever helpeth to support the singer; That which in Ausija's abode lies hidden, to come forth for delight and for devotion.

वि यद्वरांसि पर्वतस्य वृण्वे पयोभिर्जिन्वे अपां जवांसि। विदद्गौरस्य गवयस्य गोहे यदी वाजाय सुध्यो वहन्ति॥

vi yadvarāṁsi parvatasya vṛṇve payobhirjinve apāṁ javāṁsi | vidadgaurasya gavayasya gohe yadī vājāya sudhyo vahanti ||

When he unbars the spaces of the mountains, and quickens with his floods the water-torrents, He finds in lair the buffalo and wild-ox when the wise lead him on to vigorous exploit.

भद्रा ते हस्ता सुकृतोत पाणी प्रयन्तारा स्तुवते राध इन्द्र। का ते निषत्तिः किमु नो ममत्सि किं नोदुदु हर्षसे दातवा उ॥

bhadrā te hastā sukṛtota pāṇī prayantārā stuvate rādha indra | kā te niṣattiḥ kimu no mamatsi kiṁ nodudu harṣase dātavā u ||

Auspicious are thy hands, thine arms wellfashioned which proffer bounty, Indra, to thy praiser. What sloth is this? Why dost thou not rejoice thee? Why dost thou not delight thyself with giving?

एवा वस्व इन्द्रः सत्यः सम्राड्ढन्ता वृत्रं वरिवः पूरवे कः। पुरुष्टुत क्रत्वा नः शग्धि रायो भक्षीय तेऽवसो दैव्यस्य॥

evā vasva indraḥ satyaḥ samrāḍḍhantā vṛtraṁ varivaḥ pūrave kaḥ | puruṣṭuta kratvā naḥ śagdhi rāyo bhakṣīya te'vaso daivyasya ||

So Indra is the truthful Lord of treasure. Freedom he gave to man by slaying Vrtra. Much-lauded! help us with thy power to riches: may I be sharer of thy Godlike favour.

नू ष्टुत इन्द्र नू गृणान इषं जरित्रे नद्यो न पीपेः। अकारि ते हरिवो ब्रह्म नव्यं धिया स्याम रथ्यः सदासाः॥

nū ṣṭuta indra nū gṛṇāna iṣaṁ jaritre nadyo na pīpeḥ | akāri te harivo brahma navyaṁ dhiyā syāma rathyaḥ sadāsāḥ ||

Now, Indra! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high, like rivers, for,the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, care-borne, through song be victqrs ever.