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अदर्दरुत्समसृजो वि खानि त्वमर्णवान्बद्बधानाँ अरम्णाः। महान्तमिन्द्र पर्वतं वि यद्वः सृजो वि धारा अव दानवं हन्॥

adardarutsamasṛjo vi khāni tvamarṇavānbadbadhānā aramṇāḥ | mahāntamindra parvataṁ vi yadvaḥ sṛjo vi dhārā ava dānavaṁ han ||

THE well thou clavest, settest free the fountains, and gavest rest to floods that were obstructed. Thou, Indra, laying the great mountain open, slaying the Danava, didst loose the torrents.

त्वमुत्साँ ऋतुभिर्बद्बधानाँ अरंह ऊधः पर्वतस्य वज्रिन्। अहिं चिदुग्र प्रयुतं शयानं जघन्वाँ इन्द्र तविषीमधत्थाः॥

tvamutsā ṛtubhirbadbadhānā araṁha ūdhaḥ parvatasya vajrin | ahiṁ cidugra prayutaṁ śayānaṁ jaghanvā indra taviṣīmadhatthāḥ ||

The fountain-depths obstructed in their seasons, thou, Thunderer! madest flow, the mountain's udder. Strong Indra, thou by slaying e'en the Dragon that lay extended there hast shown thy vigour.

त्यस्य चिन्महतो निर्मृगस्य वधर्जघान तविषीभिरिन्द्रः। य एक इदप्रतिर्मन्यमान आदस्मादन्यो अजनिष्ट तव्यान्॥

tyasya cinmahato nirmṛgasya vadharjaghāna taviṣībhirindraḥ | ya eka idapratirmanyamāna ādasmādanyo ajaniṣṭa tavyān ||

Indra with violence smote down the weapon, yea, even of that wild and mighty creature. Although he deemed himself alone unequalled, another had been born e'en yet more potent.

त्यं चिदेषां स्वधया मदन्तं मिहो नपातं सुवृधं तमोगाम्। वृषप्रभर्मा दानवस्य भामं वज्रेण वज्री नि जघान शुष्णम्॥

tyaṁ cideṣāṁ svadhayā madantaṁ miho napātaṁ suvṛdhaṁ tamogām | vṛṣaprabharmā dānavasya bhāmaṁ vajreṇa vajrī ni jaghāna śuṣṇam ||

Him, whom the heavenly food of these delighted, child of the mist, strong waxing, couched in darkness, Him the bolt-hurling Thunderer with his lightning smote down and slew, the Danava's wrath-fire, Susna.

त्यं चिदस्य क्रतुभिर्निषत्तममर्मणो विददिदस्य मर्म। यदीं सुक्षत्र प्रभृता मदस्य युयुत्सन्तं तमसि हर्म्ये धाः॥

tyaṁ cidasya kratubhirniṣattamamarmaṇo vidadidasya marma | yadīṁ sukṣatra prabhṛtā madasya yuyutsantaṁ tamasi harmye dhāḥ ||

Though he might ne'er be wounded still his vitals felt that, the God's bolt, which his powers supported, When, after offered draughts, Strong Lord, thou laidest him, fain to battle, in the pit in darkness.

त्यं चिदित्था कत्पयं शयानमसूर्ये तमसि वावृधानम्। तं चिन्मन्दानो वृषभः सुतस्योच्चैरिन्द्रो अपगूर्या जघान॥

tyaṁ ciditthā katpayaṁ śayānamasūrye tamasi vāvṛdhānam | taṁ cinmandāno vṛṣabhaḥ sutasyoccairindro apagūryā jaghāna ||

Him as he lay there huge in length extended, still waxing in the gloom which no sun lightened, Him, after loud-voiced threats, the Hero Indra, rejoicing in the poured libation, slaughtered.

उद्यदिन्द्रो महते दानवाय वधर्यमिष्ट सहो अप्रतीतम्। यदीं वज्रस्य प्रभृतौ ददाभ विश्वस्य जन्तोरधमं चकार॥

udyadindro mahate dānavāya vadharyamiṣṭa saho apratītam | yadīṁ vajrasya prabhṛtau dadābha viśvasya jantoradhamaṁ cakāra ||

When 'gainst the mighty Danava his weapon Indra uplifted, power which none could combat, When at the hurling of his bolt he smote him, he made him lower than all living creatures.

त्यं चिदर्णं मधुपं शयानमसिन्वं वव्रं मह्याददुग्रः। अपादमत्रं महता वधेन नि दुर्योण आवृणङ्मृध्रवाचम्॥

tyaṁ cidarṇaṁ madhupaṁ śayānamasinvaṁ vavraṁ mahyādadugraḥ | apādamatraṁ mahatā vadhena ni duryoṇa āvṛṇaṅmṛdhravācam ||

The fierce God seized that huge and restless coiler, insatiate, drinker of the sweets, recumbent, And with his mighty weapon in his dwelling smote down the footless evil-speaking ogre.

को अस्य शुष्मं तविषीं वरात एको धना भरते अप्रतीतः। इमे चिदस्य ज्रयसो नु देवी इन्द्रस्यौजसो भियसा जिहाते॥

ko asya śuṣmaṁ taviṣīṁ varāta eko dhanā bharate apratītaḥ | ime cidasya jrayaso nu devī indrasyaujaso bhiyasā jihāte ||

Who may arrest his strength or cheek his vigour? Alone, resistless, he bears off all riches. Even these Twain, these Goddesses, through terror of Indra's might, retire from his dominion.

न्यस्मै देवी स्वधितिर्जिहीत इन्द्राय गातुरुशतीव येमे। सं यदोजो युवते विश्वमाभिरनु स्वधाव्ने क्षितयो नमन्त॥

nyasmai devī svadhitirjihīta indrāya gāturuśatīva yeme | saṁ yadojo yuvate viśvamābhiranu svadhāvne kṣitayo namanta ||

E'en the Celestial Axe bows down before him, and the Earth, lover-like, gives way to Indra. As he imparts all vigour to these people, straightway the folk bend them to him the Godlike.

एकं नु त्वा सत्पतिं पाञ्चजन्यं जातं शृणोमि यशसं जनेषु। तं मे जगृभ्र आशसो नविष्ठं दोषा वस्तोर्हवमानास इन्द्रम्॥

ekaṁ nu tvā satpatiṁ pāñcajanyaṁ jātaṁ śṛṇomi yaśasaṁ janeṣu | taṁ me jagṛbhra āśaso naviṣṭhaṁ doṣā vastorhavamānāsa indram ||

I hear that thou wast born sole Lord of heroes of the Five Races, famed among the people. As such my wishes have most lately grasped him, invoking Indra both at eve and morning.

एवा हि त्वामृतुथा यातयन्तं मघा विप्रेभ्यो ददतं शृणोमि। किं ते ब्रह्माणो गृहते सखायो ये त्वाया निदधुः काममिन्द्र॥

evā hi tvāmṛtuthā yātayantaṁ maghā viprebhyo dadataṁ śṛṇomi | kiṁ te brahmāṇo gṛhate sakhāyo ye tvāyā nidadhuḥ kāmamindra ||

So, too, I hear of thee as in due season urging to action and enriching singers. What have thy friends received from thee, the Brahmans who, faithful, rest their hopes on thee, O Indra?