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कुह श्रुत इन्द्रः कस्मिन्नद्य जने मित्रो न श्रूयते। ऋषीणां वा यः क्षये गुहा वा चर्कृषे गिरा॥

kuha śruta indraḥ kasminnadya jane mitro na śrūyate | ṛṣīṇāṁ vā yaḥ kṣaye guhā vā carkṛṣe girā ||

WHERE is famed Indra heard of? With what folk is he renowned to-day as Mitra is,- Who in the home of Rsis and in secret is extolled with song?

इह श्रुत इन्द्रो अस्मे अद्य स्तवे वज्र्यृचीषमः। मित्रो न यो जनेष्वा यशश्चक्रे असाम्या॥

iha śruta indro asme adya stave vajryṛcīṣamaḥ | mitro na yo janeṣvā yaśaścakre asāmyā ||

Even here is Indra famed, and among us this day the glorious Thunderer is praised, He who like Mitra mid the folk hath won complete and full renown.

महो यस्पतिः शवसो असाम्या महो नृम्णस्य तूतुजिः। भर्ता वज्रस्य धृष्णोः पिता पुत्रमिव प्रियम्॥

maho yaspatiḥ śavaso asāmyā maho nṛmṇasya tūtujiḥ | bhartā vajrasya dhṛṣṇoḥ pitā putramiva priyam ||

He who is Sovran Lord of great and perfect strength, exerter of heroic might, Who bears the fearless thunder as a father bears his darling son.

युजानो अश्वा वातस्य धुनी देवो देवस्य वज्रिवः। स्यन्ता पथा विरुक्मता सृजानः स्तोष्यध्वनः॥

yujāno aśvā vātasya dhunī devo devasya vajrivaḥ | syantā pathā virukmatā sṛjānaḥ stoṣyadhvanaḥ ||

Harnessing to thy car, as God, two blustering Steeds Of the Wind-God, O Thunderer, That speed along the shining path, thou making ways art glorified.

त्वं त्या चिद्वातस्याश्वागा ऋज्रा त्मना वहध्यै। ययोर्देवो न मर्त्यो यन्ता नकिर्विदाय्यः॥

tvaṁ tyā cidvātasyāśvāgā ṛjrā tmanā vahadhyai | yayordevo na martyo yantā nakirvidāyyaḥ ||

Even to these dark Steeds of Wind thou of thyself hast come to ride, Of which no driver may be found, none, be he God or mortal man.

अध ग्मन्तोशना पृच्छते वां कदर्था न आ गृहम्। आ जग्मथुः पराकाद्दिवश्च ग्मश्च मर्त्यम्॥

adha gmantośanā pṛcchate vāṁ kadarthā na ā gṛham | ā jagmathuḥ parākāddivaśca gmaśca martyam ||

When ye approach, men ask you, thee and Usana: Why come ye to our dwelling-place? Why are ye come to mortal man from distant realms of eapth and heaven?

आ न इन्द्र पृक्षसेऽस्माकं ब्रह्मोद्यतम्। तत्त्वा याचामहेऽवः शुष्णं यद्धन्नमानुषम्॥

ā na indra pṛkṣase'smākaṁ brahmodyatam | tattvā yācāmahe'vaḥ śuṣṇaṁ yaddhannamānuṣam ||

O Indra, thou shalt speak us fair: our holy prayer is offered up. We pray to thee for help as thou didst strike the monster Susna dead.

अकर्मा दस्युरभि नो अमन्तुरन्यव्रतो अमानुषः। त्वं तस्यामित्रहन्वधर्दासस्य दम्भय॥

akarmā dasyurabhi no amanturanyavrato amānuṣaḥ | tvaṁ tasyāmitrahanvadhardāsasya dambhaya ||

Around us is the Dasyu, riteless, void of sense, inhuman, keeping alien laws. Baffle, thou Slayer of the foe, the weapon which this Dasa wields.

त्वं न इन्द्र शूर शूरैरुत त्वोतासो बर्हणा। पुरुत्रा ते वि पूर्तयो नवन्त क्षोणयो यथा॥

tvaṁ na indra śūra śūrairuta tvotāso barhaṇā | purutrā te vi pūrtayo navanta kṣoṇayo yathā ||

Hero with Heroes, thou art ours: yea, strong are they whom thou dost help. In many a place are thy full gifts, and men, like vassals, sing thy praise.

त्वं तान्वृत्रहत्ये चोदयो नॄन्कार्पाणे शूर वज्रिवः। गुहा यदी कवीनां विशां नक्षत्रशवसाम्॥

tvaṁ tānvṛtrahatye codayo nṝnkārpāṇe śūra vajrivaḥ | guhā yadī kavīnāṁ viśāṁ nakṣatraśavasām ||

Urge thou these heroes on to slay the enemy, brave Thunderer! in the fight with swords. Even when hid among the tribes of Sages numerous as stars.

मक्षू ता त इन्द्र दानाप्नस आक्षाणे शूर वज्रिवः। यद्ध शुष्णस्य दम्भयो जातं विश्वं सयावभिः॥

makṣū tā ta indra dānāpnasa ākṣāṇe śūra vajrivaḥ | yaddha śuṣṇasya dambhayo jātaṁ viśvaṁ sayāvabhiḥ ||

Swift come those gifts of thine whose hand is prompt to rend and burn, O Hero Thunder-armed: As thou with thy Companions didst destroy the whole of SuSnia's brood.

माकुध्र्यगिन्द्र शूर वस्वीरस्मे भूवन्नभिष्टयः। वयंवयं त आसां सुम्ने स्याम वज्रिवः॥

mākudhryagindra śūra vasvīrasme bhūvannabhiṣṭayaḥ | vayaṁvayaṁ ta āsāṁ sumne syāma vajrivaḥ ||

Let not thine excellent assistance come to us, O Hero Indra, profitless. May we, may we enjoy the bliss of these thy favours, Thunderer!

अस्मे ता त इन्द्र सन्तु सत्याहिंसन्तीरुपस्पृशः। विद्याम यासां भुजो धेनूनां न वज्रिवः॥

asme tā ta indra santu satyāhiṁsantīrupaspṛśaḥ | vidyāma yāsāṁ bhujo dhenūnāṁ na vajrivaḥ ||

May those soft impulses of thine, O Indra, be fruitful and innocent to us. May we know these whose treasures are like those of milch-kine, Thunderer!

अहस्ता यदपदी वर्धत क्षाः शचीभिर्वेद्यानाम्। शुष्णं परि प्रदक्षिणिद्विश्वायवे नि शिश्नथः॥

ahastā yadapadī vardhata kṣāḥ śacībhirvedyānām | śuṣṇaṁ pari pradakṣiṇidviśvāyave ni śiśnathaḥ ||

That Earth, through power of knowing things that may be known, handless and footless yet might thrive, Thou slewest, turning to the right, gu;na for every living man.

पिबापिबेदिन्द्र शूर सोमं मा रिषण्यो वसवान वसुः सन्। उत त्रायस्व गृणतो मघोनो महश्च रायो रेवतस्कृधी नः॥

pibāpibedindra śūra somaṁ mā riṣaṇyo vasavāna vasuḥ san | uta trāyasva gṛṇato maghono mahaśca rāyo revataskṛdhī naḥ ||

Drink, drink the Soma, Hero Indra; be not withheld as thou art good, O Treasure-giver. Preserve the singers and our liberal princes, and make us wealthy with abundant riches.