आā मेme हवंhavaṃ नासत्याश्विनाnāsatyāśvinā गछतंghachataṃ युवमyuvam |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
FOR him the Mornings made their courses longer, and Nights with pleasant voices spake to Indra.
For him the Floods stood still, the Seven Mothers, Streams easy for the heroes to pass over.
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इमंimaṃ मेme सतोममश्विनेमंstomamaśvinemaṃ मेme शर्णुतंśṛṇutaṃ हवमhavam |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यपीतयेsomasyapītaye ||
The Darter penetrated, though in trouble, thrice-seven close-pressed ridges of the mountains.
Neither might God nor mortal man accomplish what the Strong Hero wrought in full-grown vigour.
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अयंayaṃ वांvāṃ कर्ष्णोkṛṣṇo अश्विनाaśvinā हवतेhavate वाजिनीवसूvājinīvasū |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
The mightiest force is Indra's bolt of iron when firmly grasped in both the arms of Indra.
His head and mouth have powers that pass all others, and all his people hasten near to listen.
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शर्णुतंśṛṇutaṃ जरितुर्हवंjariturhavaṃ कर्ष्णस्यkṛṣṇasya सतुवतोstuvato नराnarā |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
1 count thee as the Holiest of the Holy, the caster-down of what hath ne’er been shaken.
I count thee as the Banner of the heroes, I count thee as the Chief of all men living.
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छर्दिर्यन्तमदाभ्यंchardiryantamadābhyaṃ विप्रायviprāya सतुवतेstuvate नराnarā |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
What time, O Indra, in thine arms thou tookest thy wildly rushing bolt to Slay the Dragon,
The mountains roared, the cattle loudly bellowed, the Brahmans with their hymns drew nigh to Indra.
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गछतंghachataṃ दाशुषोdāśuṣo गर्हमित्थाghṛhamitthā सतुवतोstuvato अश्विनाaśvinā |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
Let us praise him who made these worlds and creatures, all things that after him sprang into being.
May we win Mitra with our songs, and Indra, and. wait upon our Lord with adoration.
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युञ्जाथांyuñjāthāṃ रासभंrāsabhaṃ रथेrathe वीड्वङगेvīḍvaṅghe वर्षण्वसूvṛṣaṇvasū |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
Flying in terror from the snort of Vṛtra, all Deities who were thy friends forsook thee.
So, Indra, be thy friendship with the Maruts: in all these battles thou shalt be the victor.
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तरिवन्धुरेणtrivandhureṇa तरिव्र्ताtrivṛtā रथेनाrathenā यातमश्विनाyātamaśvinā |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
Thrice-sixty Maruts, waxing strong, were with thee, like piles of beaming light, worthy of worship.
We come to thee: grant us a happy portion. Let us adore thy might with this oblation.
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नूnū मेme गिरोghiro नासत्याश्विनाnāsatyāśvinā परावतंprāvataṃ युवमyuvam |

मध्वःmadhvaḥ सोमस्यsomasya पीतयेpītaye ||
A sharpened weapon is the host of Maruts. Who, Indra, dares withstand thy bolt of thunder?
Weaponless are the Asuras, the godless: scatter them with thy wheel, Impetuous Hero.
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