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यन्न इन्द्रो जुजुषे यच्च वष्टि तन्नो महान्करति शुष्म्या चित्। ब्रह्म स्तोमं मघवा सोममुक्था यो अश्मानं शवसा बिभ्रदेति॥

yanna indro jujuṣe yacca vaṣṭi tanno mahānkarati śuṣmyā cit | brahma stomaṁ maghavā somamukthā yo aśmānaṁ śavasā bibhradeti ||

THAT gift of ours which Indra loves and welcomes, even that he makes for us, the Great and Strong One. He who comes wielding in his might the thunder, Maghavan, gives prayer, praise, and laud, and Soma.

वृषा वृषन्धिं चतुरश्रिमस्यन्नुग्रो बाहुभ्यां नृतमः शचीवान्। श्रिये परुष्णीमुषमाण ऊर्णां यस्याः पर्वाणि सख्याय विव्ये॥

vṛṣā vṛṣandhiṁ caturaśrimasyannugro bāhubhyāṁ nṛtamaḥ śacīvān | śriye paruṣṇīmuṣamāṇa ūrṇāṁ yasyāḥ parvāṇi sakhyāya vivye ||

Bull, hurler of the four-edged rain-producer with both his arms, strong, mighty, most heroic; Wearing as wool Parusni for adornment, whose joints for sake of friendship he hath covered.

यो देवो देवतमो जायमानो महो वाजेभिर्महद्भिश्च शुष्मैः। दधानो वज्रं बाह्वोरुशन्तं द्याममेन रेजयत्प्र भूम॥

yo devo devatamo jāyamāno maho vājebhirmahadbhiśca śuṣmaiḥ | dadhāno vajraṁ bāhvoruśantaṁ dyāmamena rejayatpra bhūma ||

God who of all the Gods was born divinest, endowed with ample strength and mighty powers, And bearing in his arrns the yearning thunder, with violent rush caused heaven and earth to tremble.

विश्वा रोधांसि प्रवतश्च पूर्वीर्द्यौरृष्वाज्जनिमन्रेजत क्षाः। आ मातरा भरति शुष्म्या गोर्नृवत्परिज्मन्नोनुवन्त वाताः॥

viśvā rodhāṁsi pravataśca pūrvīrdyaurṛṣvājjanimanrejata kṣāḥ | ā mātarā bharati śuṣmyā gornṛvatparijmannonuvanta vātāḥ ||

Before the High God, at his birth, heaven trembled, earth, many floods and all the precipices. The Strong One bringeth nigh the Bull's two Parents: loud sing the winds, like men, in air's mid- region.

ता तू त इन्द्र महतो महानि विश्वेष्वित्सवनेषु प्रवाच्या। यच्छूर धृष्णो धृषता दधृष्वानहिं वज्रेण शवसाविवेषीः॥

tā tū ta indra mahato mahāni viśveṣvitsavaneṣu pravācyā | yacchūra dhṛṣṇo dhṛṣatā dadhṛṣvānahiṁ vajreṇa śavasāviveṣīḥ ||

These are thy great deeds, Indra, thine, the Mighty, deeds to be told aloud at all libations, That thou, O Hero, bold and boldly daring, didst with thy bolt, by strength, destroy the Dragon.

ता तू ते सत्या तुविनृम्ण विश्वा प्र धेनवः सिस्रते वृष्ण ऊध्नः। अधा ह त्वद्वृषमणो भियानाः प्र सिन्धवो जवसा चक्रमन्त॥

tā tū te satyā tuvinṛmṇa viśvā pra dhenavaḥ sisrate vṛṣṇa ūdhnaḥ | adhā ha tvadvṛṣamaṇo bhiyānāḥ pra sindhavo javasā cakramanta ||

True are all these thy deeds, O Most Heroic. The Milch-kine issued from the streaming udder. In fear of thee, O thou of manly spirit, the rivers swiftly set themselves in motion.

अत्राह ते हरिवस्ता उ देवीरवोभिरिन्द्र स्तवन्त स्वसारः। यत्सीमनु प्र मुचो बद्बधाना दीर्घामनु प्रसितिं स्यन्दयध्यै॥

atrāha te harivastā u devīravobhirindra stavanta svasāraḥ | yatsīmanu pra muco badbadhānā dīrghāmanu prasitiṁ syandayadhyai ||

With joy, O Indra, Lord of Tawny Coursers, the Sisters then, these Goddesses, extolled thee, When thou didst give the prisoned ones their freedom to wander at their will in long succession.

पिपीळे अंशुर्मद्यो न सिन्धुरा त्वा शमी शशमानस्य शक्तिः। अस्मद्र्यक्छुशुचानस्य यम्या आशुर्न रश्मिं तुव्योजसं गोः॥

pipīḻe aṁśurmadyo na sindhurā tvā śamī śaśamānasya śaktiḥ | asmadryakchuśucānasya yamyā āśurna raśmiṁ tuvyojasaṁ goḥ ||

Pressed is the gladdening stalk as 'twere a river: so let the rite, the toiler's power, attract thee To us-ward, of the Bright One, as the courser strains his. exceedingly strong leather bridle.

अस्मे वर्षिष्ठा कृणुहि ज्येष्ठा नृम्णानि सत्रा सहुरे सहांसि। अस्मभ्यं वृत्रा सुहनानि रन्धि जहि वधर्वनुषो मर्त्यस्य॥

asme varṣiṣṭhā kṛṇuhi jyeṣṭhā nṛmṇāni satrā sahure sahāṁsi | asmabhyaṁ vṛtrā suhanāni randhi jahi vadharvanuṣo martyasya ||

Ever by us perform thy most heroic, thine highest, best victorious deeds, O Victor. For us make Vrtras easy to be conquered: destroy the weapon of our mortal foeman.

अस्माकमित्सु शृणुहि त्वमिन्द्रास्मभ्यं चित्राँ उप माहि वाजान्। अस्मभ्यं विश्वा इषणः पुरंधीरस्माकं सु मघवन्बोधि गोदाः॥

asmākamitsu śṛṇuhi tvamindrāsmabhyaṁ citrā upa māhi vājān | asmabhyaṁ viśvā iṣaṇaḥ puraṁdhīrasmākaṁ su maghavanbodhi godāḥ ||

Graciously listen to our prayer, O Indra, and strength of varied sort bestow thou on us. Send to us all intelligence arid wisdom O Maghavan, be he who gives us cattle.

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 wealth swell hiah like rivers to the singer. For thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays, is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.