Sukta 73

Mantra 1

तुभ्येदि॒मा सव॑ना शूर॒ विश्वा॒ तुभ्यं॒ ब्रह्मा॑णि॒ वर्ध॑ना कृणोमि । त्वं नृभि॒र्हव्यो॑ वि॒श्वधा॑सि

For thee indeed are all these pressings, O Hero; for thee I fashion prayers that strengthen. Thou art, among men, in every wise the one to be invoked.

Mantra 2

नू चि॒न्नु ते॒ मन्य॑मानस्य द॒स्मोद॑श्नुवन्ति महि॒मान॑मुग्र । न वीर्यऽमिन्द्र ते॒ न राधः॑

Even now, of thee who deemest thyself, O wondrous, fierce one, none attain thy majesty. Not thy heroic might, O Indra, nor thy bounty faileth.

Mantra 3

प्र वो॑ म॒हे म॑हि॒वृधे॑ भरध्वं॒ प्रचे॑तसे॒ प्र सु॑म॒तिं कृ॑णुध्वम्। विशः॑ पू॒र्वीः प्र च॑रा चर्षणि॒प्राः

Bring ye forth for him, the Great, the increaser of greatness; for the wise one make ye forth good favor. Go forth—ye many clans of old—ye that sustain the race of men.

Mantra 4

य॒दा वज्रं॒ हिर॑ण्य॒मिदथा॒ रथं॒ हरी॒ यम॑स्य॒ वह॑तो॒ वि सू॒रिभिः॑ । आ ति॑ष्ठति म॒घवा॒ सन॑श्रुत॒ इन्द्रो॒ वाज॑स्य दी॒र्घश्र॑वस॒स्पतिः॑

When, bearing the golden thunderbolt, and then the chariot which his two bays convey among the patrons, the Bountiful One taketh his station—Indra, of ancient fame, lord of the prize, the master of long renown.

Mantra 5

सो चि॒न्नु वृ॒ष्टिर्यू॒थ्या॒३ स्वा सचां॒ इन्द्रः॒ श्मश्रू॑णि॒ हरि॑ता॒भि प्रु॑ष्णुते । अव॑ वेति सु॒क्षयं॑ सु॒ते मधूदिद् धू॑णोति॒ वातो॒ यथा॒ वन॑म्

Even he—like rain in companies, with his own host—Indra bedeweth his beards with the tawny steeds. Down he hasteth to the fair abode; at the pressed (soma) he shaketh forth sweetness, as wind a forest.

Mantra 6

यो वा॒चा विवा॑चो मृ॒ध्रवा॑चः पु॒रू स॒हस्राशि॑वा ज॒घान॑ । तत्त॒दिद॑स्य॒ पौंस्यं॑ गृणीमसि पि॒तेव॒ यस्तवि॑षीं वावृ॒धे शवः॑

Who with speech smote down the contentious, the hostile-tongued—many, though thousand-weaponed: that, even that, his manly prowess we proclaim; like a father is he who hath increased impetuous force and strength.