Sukta 38

अस्मिन्न इन्द्र पृत्सुतौ यशस्वति शिमीवति क्रन्दसि प्राव सातये। यत्र गोषाता धृषितेषु खादिषु विष्वक्पतन्ति दिद्यवो नृषाह्ये॥

asminna indra pṛtsutau yaśasvati śimīvati krandasi prāva sātaye | yatra goṣātā dhṛṣiteṣu khādiṣu viṣvakpatanti didyavo nṛṣāhye ||

O INDRA, in this battle great and glorious, in this loud din of war help us to victory, Where in the strife for kine among bold ring-decked men arrows fly all around and heroes are subdued.

स नः क्षुमन्तं सदने व्यूर्णुहि गोअर्णसं रयिमिन्द्र श्रवाय्यम्। स्याम ते जयतः शक्र मेदिनो यथा वयमुश्मसि तद्वसो कृधि॥

sa naḥ kṣumantaṁ sadane vyūrṇuhi goarṇasaṁ rayimindra śravāyyam | syāma te jayataḥ śakra medino yathā vayamuśmasi tadvaso kṛdhi ||

At home disclose to us opulence rich in food, streaming with milk, O Indra, meet to be renowned. Sakra, may we be thine, the friendly Conqueror's: even as we desire, O Vasu, so do thou.

यो नो दास आर्यो वा पुरुष्टुतादेव इन्द्र युधये चिकेतति। अस्माभिष्टे सुषहाः सन्तु शत्रवस्त्वया वयं तान्वनुयाम संगमे॥

yo no dāsa āryo vā puruṣṭutādeva indra yudhaye ciketati | asmābhiṣṭe suṣahāḥ santu śatravastvayā vayaṁ tānvanuyāma saṁgame ||

The godless man, much-lauded Indra, whether he be Dasa or be Arya, who would war with us,- Easy to conquer he for thee, with us, these foes: with thee may we subdue them in the clash of fight.

यो दभ्रेभिर्हव्यो यश्च भूरिभिर्यो अभीके वरिवोविन्नृषाह्ये। तं विखादे सस्निमद्य श्रुतं नरमर्वाञ्चमिन्द्रमवसे करामहे॥

yo dabhrebhirhavyo yaśca bhūribhiryo abhīke varivovinnṛṣāhye | taṁ vikhāde sasnimadya śrutaṁ naramarvāñcamindramavase karāmahe ||

Him who must be invoked by many and by few, who standeth nigh with comfort in the war of men, Indra, famed Hero, winner in the deadly strife, let us bring hitherward to-day to favour us.

स्ववृजं हि त्वामहमिन्द्र शुश्रवानानुदं वृषभ रध्रचोदनम्। प्र मुञ्चस्व परि कुत्सादिहा गहि किमु त्वावान्मुष्कयोर्बद्ध आसते॥

svavṛjaṁ hi tvāmahamindra śuśravānānudaṁ vṛṣabha radhracodanam | pra muñcasva pari kutsādihā gahi kimu tvāvānmuṣkayorbaddha āsate ||

For, Indra, I have heard thee called Self. capturer, One, Steer! who never yields, who urges even the churl. Release thyself from Kutsa and come hither. How shall one like thee sit still bound that he may not move?