Sukta 74

वसूनां वा चर्कृष इयक्षन्धिया वा यज्ञैर्वा रोदस्योः। अर्वन्तो वा ये रयिमन्तः सातौ वनुं वा ये सुश्रुणं सुश्रुतो धुः॥

vasūnāṁ vā carkṛṣa iyakṣandhiyā vā yajñairvā rodasyoḥ | arvanto vā ye rayimantaḥ sātau vanuṁ vā ye suśruṇaṁ suśruto dhuḥ ||

I AM prepared to laud with song or worship the Noble Ones who are in earth and heaven, Or Coursers who have triumphed in, the contest, or those who famed, have won the prize with glory.

हव एषामसुरो नक्षत द्यां श्रवस्यता मनसा निंसत क्षाम्। चक्षाणा यत्र सुविताय देवा द्यौर्न वारेभिः कृणवन्त स्वैः॥

hava eṣāmasuro nakṣata dyāṁ śravasyatā manasā niṁsata kṣām | cakṣāṇā yatra suvitāya devā dyaurna vārebhiḥ kṛṇavanta svaiḥ ||

Their call, the call of Gods, went up to heaven: they kissed the ground with glory-seeking spirit, There where the Gods look on for happy fortune, and like the kindly heavens bestow their bounties.

इयमेषाममृतानां गीः सर्वताता ये कृपणन्त रत्नम्। धियं च यज्ञं च साधन्तस्ते नो धान्तु वसव्यमसामि॥

iyameṣāmamṛtānāṁ gīḥ sarvatātā ye kṛpaṇanta ratnam | dhiyaṁ ca yajñaṁ ca sādhantaste no dhāntu vasavyamasāmi ||

This is the song of those Immortal Beings who long for treasures in their full perfection. May these, completing prayers and sacrifices, bestow upon us wealth where naught is wanting.

आ तत्त इन्द्रायवः पनन्ताभि य ऊर्वं गोमन्तं तितृत्सान्। सकृत्स्वं ये पुरुपुत्रां महीं सहस्रधारां बृहतीं दुदुक्षन्॥

ā tatta indrāyavaḥ panantābhi ya ūrvaṁ gomantaṁ titṛtsān | sakṛtsvaṁ ye puruputrāṁ mahīṁ sahasradhārāṁ bṛhatīṁ dudukṣan ||

Those living men extolled thy deed, O Indra, those who would fain burst through the stall of cattle, Fain to milk her who bare but once, great, lofty, whose Sons are many and her streams past number.

शचीव इन्द्रमवसे कृणुध्वमनानतं दमयन्तं पृतन्यून्। ऋभुक्षणं मघवानं सुवृक्तिं भर्ता यो वज्रं नर्यं पुरुक्षुः॥

śacīva indramavase kṛṇudhvamanānataṁ damayantaṁ pṛtanyūn | ṛbhukṣaṇaṁ maghavānaṁ suvṛktiṁ bhartā yo vajraṁ naryaṁ purukṣuḥ ||

Sacivan, win to your assistance Indra who never bends, who overcomes his foemen. Rbhuksan, Maghavan, the hymn's upholder, who, rich in food, bears man's kind friend, the thunder.

यद्वावान पुरुतमं पुराषाळा वृत्रहेन्द्रो नामान्यप्राः। अचेति प्रासहस्पतिस्तुविष्मान्यदीमुश्मसि कर्तवे करत्तत्॥

yadvāvāna purutamaṁ purāṣāḻā vṛtrahendro nāmānyaprāḥ | aceti prāsahaspatistuviṣmānyadīmuśmasi kartave karattat ||

Since he who won of old anew hath triumphed, Indra hath earned his name of Vrtra-slaycr. He hath appeared, the mighty Lord of Conquest. What we would have him do let him accomplish.