Sukta 59

Mantra 1

उदु त्ये मधुमत्तमा गिर स्तोमास ईरते । सत्राजितो धनसा अक्षितोतयो वाजयन्तो रथा इव

Up, yea forth, are stirred these sweetest songs, these praises. Ever victorious, with wealth, with aids that fail not, they speed like chariots to the prize.

Mantra 2

कण्वा इव भृगवः सूर्या इव विश्वमिद्धीतमानशुः । इन्द्रं स्तोमेभिर्महयन्त आयवः प्रियमेधासो अस्वरन्

Like the Kaṇvas, like the Bhṛgus, like suns, they won—yea all—by sacred thought. Exalting Indra with their praises, the Āyavas, the Priyamedhas, lifted up their song.

Mantra 3

उदिन्न्वस्य रिच्यतेंऽशो धनं न जिग्युषः । य इन्द्रो हरिवान्न दभन्ति तं रिपो दक्षं दधाति सोमिनि

Forth, even now, is poured his portion, like wealth for him that hath conquered. Whom Indra, the tawny-steeded, none may foil—on him the foe bestows not mastery; rather, he establishes might in the soma-offerer.

Mantra 4

मन्त्रमखर्वं सुधितं सुपेशसं दधात यज्ञियेष्वा। पूर्वीश्चन प्रसितयस्तरन्ति तं य इन्द्रे कर्मणा भुवत्

A spell unshattered, well-established, of fair fashion, he setteth within the sacrificial acts. Even the former impulsions overpass (all hindrance) for him who, by deed, hath his being in Indra.