Containing 21 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
यदि॑न्द्र॒ प्रागपा॒गुद॒ङ्न्य॑ग्वा हू॒यसे॒ नृभिः॑ सिमा॑ पु॒रू नृषू॑तो अ॒स्यान॒वेऽसि॑ प्रशर्ध तु॒र्वशे॑
"THOUGH, Indra, thou art called by men eastward and westward, north and south, Thou chiefly art with Anava and Turvaṣa, brave Champion I urged by men to Come."
यद्वा॒ रुमे॒ रुश॑मे॒ श्याव॑के॒ कृप॒ इन्द्र॑ मा॒दय॑से॒ सचा॑ कण्वा॑सस्त्वा॒ ब्रह्म॑भिः॒ स्तोम॑वाहस॒ इन्द्रा य॑च्छ॒न्त्या ग॑हि
"Or, Indra, when with Ruma, Ruṣama, Ṣyâvaka, and Kr̥ipa thou rejoicest thee, Still do the Kaṇvas, bringing praises, with their prayers, O Indra, draw thee hither: come."
यथा॑ गौ॒रो अ॒पा कृ॒तं तृष्य॒न्नेत्यवेरि॑णम् आ॒पि॒त्वे नः॑ प्रपि॒त्वे तूय॒मा ग॑हि॒ कण्वे॑षु॒ सु सचा॒ पिब॑
"Even as the wild-bull, when he thirsts, goes to the desert's watery pool, Come hither quickly both at morning and at eve, and with the Kaṇvas drink thy fill."
मन्द॑न्तु त्वा मघवन्नि॒न्द्रेन्द॑वो राधो॒देया॑य सुन्व॒ते आ॒मुष्या॒ सोम॑मपिबश्च॒मू सु॒तं ज्येष्ठं॒ तद्द॑धिषे॒ सहः॑
"May the drops gladden thee, rich Indra, and obtain bounty for him who pours the juice. Soma pressed in the mortar didst thou take and drink, and hence hast won surpassing might."
प्र च॑क्रे॒ सह॑सा॒ सहो॑ ब॒भञ्ज॑ म॒न्युमोज॑सा विश्वे॑ त इन्द्र पृतना॒यवो॑ यहो॒ नि वृ॒क्षा इ॑व येमिरे
"With mightier strength he conquered strength, with energy he crushed their wrath. O Indra, Strong in youth, all those who sought the fray bent and bowed down to thee like trees."
स॒हस्रे॑णेव सचते यवी॒युधा॒ यस्त॒ आन॒ळुप॑स्तुतिम् पु॒त्रं प्रा॑व॒र्गं कृ॑णुते सु॒वीर्ये॑ दा॒श्नोति॒ नम॑उक्तिभिः
"He who wins promise of thine aid goes girt as with a thousand mighty men of war. He makes his son preeminent in hero might – he serves with reverential prayer."
मा भे॑म॒ मा श्र॑मिष्मो॒ग्रस्य॑ स॒ख्ये तव॑ म॒हत्ते॒ वृष्णो॑ अभि॒चक्ष्यं॑ कृ॒तं पश्ये॑म तु॒र्वशं॒ यदु॑म्
"With thee, the Mighty, for our Friend, we will riot fear or feel fatigue. May we see Turvaṣa and Yadu: thy great deed, O Hero, must be glorified."
स॒व्यामनु॑ स्फि॒ग्यं॑ वावसे॒ वृषा॒ न दा॒नो अ॑स्य रोषति मध्वा॒ सम्पृ॑क्ताः सार॒घेण॑ धे॒नव॒स्तूय॒मेहि॒ द्रवा॒ पिब॑
"On his left hip the Hero hath reclined himself: the proffered feast offends him not. The milk is blended with the honey of the bee: quickly come hither, baste, and drink."
अ॒श्वी र॒थी सु॑रू॒प इद्गोमाँ॒ इदि॑न्द्र ते॒ सखा॑ श्वा॒त्र॒भाजा॒ वय॑सा सचते॒ सदा॑ च॒न्द्रो या॑ति स॒भामुप॑
"Indra, thy friend is fair of form and rich in horses, cars, and kine. He evermore hath food accompanied by wealth, and radiant joins the company."
ऋश्यो॒ न तृष्य॑न्नव॒पान॒मा ग॑हि॒ पिबा॒ सोमं॒ वशाँ॒ अनु॑ नि॒मेघ॑मानो मघवन्दि॒वेदि॑व॒ ओजि॑ष्ठं दधिषे॒ सहः॑
"Come like a thirsty antelope to the drinking-place: drink Soma to thy heart's desire. Raining it down, O Maghavan, day after day, thou gainest thy surpassing might."
अध्व॑र्यो द्रा॒वया॒ त्वं सोम॒मिन्द्रः॑ पिपासति उप॑ नू॒नं यु॑युजे॒ वृष॑णा॒ हरी॒ आ च॑ जगाम वृत्र॒हा
"Priest, let the Soma juice flow forth, for Indra longs to drink thereof. He even now hath yoked his vigorous Bay Steeds: the Vr̥itra-slayer hath come near."
स्व॒यं चि॒त्स म॑न्यते॒ दाशु॑रि॒र्जनो॒ यत्रा॒ सोम॑स्य तृ॒म्पसि॑ इ॒दं ते॒ अन्नं॒ युज्यं॒ समु॑क्षितं॒ तस्येहि॒ प्र द्र॑वा॒ पिब॑
"The man with whom thou fillcst thee with Soma deems himself a pious worshipper. This thine appropriate food is here poured out for thee: come, hasten forward. drink of it,"
र॒थे॒ष्ठाया॑ध्वर्यवः॒ सोम॒मिन्द्रा॑य सोतन अधि॑ ब्र॒ध्नस्याद्र॑यो॒ वि च॑क्षते सु॒न्वन्तो॑ दा॒श्व॑ध्वरम्
"Press out the Soma juice, ye priests, for Indra borne upon his car. The pressing-stones speak loud of Indra, while they shed the juice which, offered, honours him."
उप॑ ब्र॒ध्नं वा॒वाता॒ वृष॑णा॒ हरी॒ इन्द्र॑म॒पसु॑ वक्षतः अ॒र्वाञ्चं॑ त्वा॒ सप्त॑योऽध्वर॒श्रियो॒ वह॑न्तु॒ सव॒नेदुप॑
"To the brown juice may his dear vigorous Bay Steeds bring Indra, to our holy task. Hither let thy Car-steeds who seek the sacrifice bring thee to our drink-offerings."
प्र पू॒षणं॑ वृणीमहे॒ युज्या॑य पुरू॒वसु॑म् स श॑क्र शिक्ष पुरुहूत नो धि॒या तुजे॑ रा॒ये वि॑मोचन
"Pûshan, the Lord of ample wealth, for firm alliance we elect. May he with wisdom, Ṣakra! Looser! Much-invoked! aid us to riches and to seed."
सं नः॑ शिशीहि भु॒रिजो॑रिव क्षु॒रं रास्व॑ रा॒यो वि॑मोचन त्वे तन्नः॑ सु॒वेद॑मु॒स्रियं॒ वसु॒ यं त्वं हि॒नोषि॒ मर्त्य॑म्
"Sharpen us like a razor in the barber's hands: send riches thou who settest free. Easy to find with thee are treasures of the Dawn for mortal man whom thou dost speed."
वेमि॑ त्वा पूषन्नृ॒ञ्जसे॒ वेमि॒ स्तोत॑व आघृणे न तस्य॑ वे॒म्यर॑णं॒ हि तद्व॑सो स्तु॒षे प॒ज्राय॒ साम्ने॑
"Pûshan, I long to win thy love, I long to praise thee, Radiant God. Excellent Lord, 'tis strange tome, no wish have I to sing the psalm that Pajra sings."
परा॒ गावो॒ यव॑सं॒ कच्चि॑दाघृणे॒ नित्यं॒ रेक्णो॑ अमर्त्य अ॒स्माकं॑ पूषन्नवि॒ता शि॒वो भ॑व॒ मंहि॑ष्ठो॒ वाज॑सातये
"My kine, O Radiant God, seek pasture where they will, my during wealth, Immortal One. Be our protector, Pûshan! be, most liberal Lord, propitious to our gathering strength."
स्थू॒रं राधः॑ श॒ताश्वं॑ कुरु॒ङ्गस्य॒ दिवि॑ष्टिषु राज्ञ॑स्त्वे॒षस्य॑ सु॒भग॑स्य रा॒तिषु॑ तु॒र्वशे॑ष्वमन्महि
"Rich was the gift Kurunga gave, a hundred steeds at morning rites. Among the gifts of Turvaṣas we thought of him, the opulent, the splendid King."
धी॒भिः सा॒तानि॑ का॒ण्वस्य॑ वा॒जिनः॑ प्रि॒यमे॑धैर॒भिद्यु॑भिः ष॒ष्टिं स॒हस्रानु॒ निर्म॑जामजे॒ निर्यू॒थानि॒ गवा॒मृषिः॑
"What by his morning songs Kaṇva, the powerful, hath, with the Priyamedhas, gained-"
वृ॒क्षाश्चि॑न्मे अभिपि॒त्वे अ॑रारणुः गां भ॑जन्त मे॒हनाश्वं॑ भजन्त मे॒हना॑
"The very trees were joyful at my coming: kine they obtained in plenty, steeds in plenty."