Sāmaveda · Section 1.40

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इ꣡न्द्र꣢ सु꣣ते꣢षु꣣ सो꣡मे꣢षु꣣ क्र꣡तुं꣢ पुनीष उ꣣꣬क्थ्य꣢꣯म् ।
वि꣣दे꣢ वृ꣣ध꣢स्य꣣ द꣡क्ष꣢स्य म꣣हा꣢ꣳ हि षः ॥ ३८१ ॥

O Indra, in the pressed Soma-juices you purify the praiseworthy power of will; to obtain growth and great strength, indeed you are great.

त꣡मु꣢ अ꣣भि꣡ प्र गा꣢꣯यत पुरुहू꣣तं꣡ पु꣢रुष्टु꣣त꣢म् ।
इ꣡न्द्रं꣢ गी꣣र्भि꣡स्त꣢वी꣣ष꣡मा वि꣢꣯वासत ॥ ३८२ ॥

Sing well toward that Indra, invoked by many and praised by many; with songs, serve that mighty Indra.

तं꣢ ते꣣ म꣡दं꣢ गृणीमसि꣣ वृ꣡ष꣢णं पृ꣣क्षु꣡ सा꣢स꣣हि꣢म् ।
उ꣣ लोककृत्नु꣡म꣢द्रिवो हरि꣣श्रि꣡य꣢म् ॥ ३८३ ॥

O wielder of the stone, we praise that exhilaration of yours, mighty, victorious in battles, world-making, with tawny splendour.

य꣡त्सोम꣢꣯मिन्द्र꣣ वि꣡ष्ण꣢वि꣣ य꣡द्वा꣢ घ त्रि꣣त꣢ आ꣣प्त्ये꣢ ।
य꣡द्वा꣢ म꣣रु꣢त्सु꣣ म꣡न्द꣢से꣣ स꣡मिन्दु꣢꣯भिः ॥ ३८४ ॥

O Indra, when you rejoice with Soma drops, whether with Viṣṇu, or with Trita Āptya, or among the Maruts.

ए꣢दु꣣ म꣡धो꣢र्म꣣दि꣡न्त꣢रꣳ सि꣣ञ्चा꣡ध्व꣣र्यो꣣ अ꣡न्ध꣢सः ।
ए꣣वा꣢꣫ हि वी꣣र꣡स्तव꣢꣯ते स꣣दा꣡वृ꣢धः ॥ ३८५ ॥

O adhvaryu priest, pour in this sweeter, more exhilarating share of the soma juice; thus the ever-growing hero is praised.

ए꣢न्दु꣣मि꣡न्द्रा꣢य सिञ्चत꣣ पि꣡बा꣢ति सो꣣म्यं꣡ मधु꣢꣯ ।
प्र꣡ राधा꣢꣯ꣳसि चोदयते महित्व꣣ना꣢ ॥ ३८६ ॥

Pour the soma drop for Indra; he drinks the sweetness of soma, and by his greatness he impels riches forth.

ए꣢तो꣣ न्वि꣢न्द्र꣣ꣳ स्त꣡वा꣢म꣣ स꣡खा꣢यः꣣ स्तो꣢म्यं꣣ न꣡र꣢म् ।
कृ꣣ष्टी꣡र्यो विश्वा꣢꣯ अ꣣भ्य꣢꣫स्त्येक꣣ इ꣢त् ॥ ३८७ ॥

Come, friends, let us now praise Indra, the leader worthy of praise, who alone masters all peoples.

इ꣡न्द्रा꣢य꣣ सा꣡म꣢ गायत꣣ वि꣡प्रा꣢य बृह꣣ते꣢ बृ꣣ह꣢त् ।
ब्र꣣ह्मकृ꣡ते꣢ विप꣣श्चि꣡ते꣢ पन꣣स्य꣡वे꣢ ॥ ३८८ ॥

Sing the Sāman to Indra; sing the Bṛhat to the inspired, great one, the maker of prayer, the wise, the praiseworthy.

य꣢꣫ एक꣣ इ꣢द्वि꣣द꣡य꣢ते꣣ व꣢सु꣣ म꣡र्ता꣢य दा꣣शु꣡षे꣢ ।
ई꣡शा꣢नो꣣ अ꣡प्र꣢तिष्कुत꣣ इ꣡न्द्रो꣢ अ꣣ङ्ग꣢ ॥ ३८९ ॥

He alone who bestows wealth on the mortal giver is the lord Indra, unopposed, indeed, O friend.

स꣡खा꣢य꣣ आ꣡ शि꣢षामहे꣣ ब्र꣡ह्मेन्द्रा꣢꣯य व꣣ज्रि꣡णे꣢ ।
स्तु꣣ष꣢ ऊ꣣ षु꣢ वो꣣ नृ꣡त꣢माय धृ꣣ष्ण꣡वे꣢ ॥ ३९० ॥

Friends, we ask for the sacred prayer for Indra, the wielder of the thunderbolt; for you, praise well the most manly leader, the bold one.