Sukta 1

स्वादिष्ठया मदिष्ठया पवस्व सोम धारया। इन्द्राय पातवे सुतः॥

svādiṣṭhayā madiṣṭhayā pavasva soma dhārayā | indrāya pātave sutaḥ ||

In sweetest and most gladdening stream flow pure, O Soma, on thy way, Pressed out for Indra, for his drink.

रक्षोहा विश्वचर्षणिरभि योनिमयोहतम्। द्रुणा सधस्थमासदत्॥

rakṣohā viśvacarṣaṇirabhi yonimayohatam | druṇā sadhasthamāsadat ||

Fiend-queller, Friend of all men, he hath with the wood attained unto His place, his iron-fashioned home.

वरिवोधातमो भव मंहिष्ठो वृत्रहन्तमः। पर्षि राधो मघोनाम्॥

varivodhātamo bhava maṁhiṣṭho vṛtrahantamaḥ | parṣi rādho maghonām ||

Be thou best Vrtra-slayer, best granter of bliss, most liberal: Promote our wealthy princes' gifts.

अभ्यर्ष महानां देवानां वीतिमन्धसा। अभि वाजमुत श्रवः॥

abhyarṣa mahānāṁ devānāṁ vītimandhasā | abhi vājamuta śravaḥ ||

Flow onward with thy juice unto the banquet of the Mighty Gods: Flow bither for our strength and fame.

त्वामच्छा चरामसि तदिदर्थं दिवेदिवे। इन्दो त्वे न आशसः॥

tvāmacchā carāmasi tadidarthaṁ divedive | indo tve na āśasaḥ ||

O Indu, we draw nigh to thee, with this one object day by day: To thee alone our prayers are said

पुनाति ते परिस्रुतं सोमं सूर्यस्य दुहिता। वारेण शश्वता तना॥

punāti te parisrutaṁ somaṁ sūryasya duhitā | vāreṇa śaśvatā tanā ||

By means of this eternal fleece may Surya's Daughter purify Thy Soma that is foaming forth.

तमीमण्वीः समर्य आ गृभ्णन्ति योषणो दश। स्वसारः पार्ये दिवि॥

tamīmaṇvīḥ samarya ā gṛbhṇanti yoṣaṇo daśa | svasāraḥ pārye divi ||

Ten sister maids of slender form seize him within the press and hold Him firmly on the final day.

तमीं हिन्वन्त्यग्रुवो धमन्ति बाकुरं दृतिम्। त्रिधातु वारणं मधु॥

tamīṁ hinvantyagruvo dhamanti bākuraṁ dṛtim | tridhātu vāraṇaṁ madhu ||

The virgins send him forth: they blow the the skin musician-like and fuse The triple foe-repelling meath.

अभीममघ्न्या उत श्रीणन्ति धेनवः शिशुम्। सोममिन्द्राय पातवे॥

abhīmamaghnyā uta śrīṇanti dhenavaḥ śiśum | somamindrāya pātave ||

Inviolable milch-kine round about him blend for Indra's drink, The fresh young Soma with their milk.

अस्येदिन्द्रो मदेष्वा विश्वा वृत्राणि जिघ्नते। शूरो मघा च मंहते॥

asyedindro madeṣvā viśvā vṛtrāṇi jighnate | śūro maghā ca maṁhate ||

In the wild raptures of this draught, Indra slays all the Vrtras: he, The Hero, pours his wealth on us.