Sukta 133

Mantra 1

उभे पुनामि रोदसी ऋतेन द्रुहो दहामि सं महीरनिन्द्राः । अभिव्लग्य यत्र हता अमित्रा वैलस्थानं परि तृळ्हा अशेरन् ॥

With ṛta I purify both worlds; I burn away the deceits; I set in right order the great spaces that are without Indra. Where, having leapt upon them, the foes are struck down, they lie crushed around their rocky seat.

Mantra 2

अभिव्लग्या चिदद्रिवः शीर्षा यातुमतीनाम् । छिन्धि वटूरिणा पदा महावटूरिणा पदा ॥

Even when they leap upon you, O wielder of the stone, strike at the head of the sorcerous forces. Cut them down with your trampling foot—with your great trampling foot.

Mantra 3

अवासां मघवञ्जहि शर्धो यातुमतीनाम् । वैलस्थानके अर्मके महावैलस्थे अर्मके ॥

O Maghavan (Indra), strike down and cast away from us the compact host of the yātu-powers—those formations of perverting will—whether they lodge in the nearer fissure or in the greater cleft; let no hiding-place of the darkness remain.

Mantra 4

यासां तिस्रः पञ्चाशतोऽभिव्लङ्गैरपावपः । तत्सु ते मनायति तकत्सु ते मनायति ॥

These are they whose ‘three and fifty’ (many-fold) powers you have scattered with your counter-thrusts; that indeed is your intention and your will—yes, that is your intention: to break the multiplying formations of the perverters.

Mantra 5

पिशङ्गभृष्टिमम्भृणं पिशाचिमिन्द्र सं मृण । सर्वं रक्षो नि बर्हय ॥

O Indra, crush together and break the piśāci-force—the tawny-glittering, swelling obscurer; tear out and uproot every rakṣas formation from our nature.

Mantra 6

अवर्मह इन्द्र दादृहि श्रुधी नः शुशोच हि द्यौः क्षा न भीषाँ अद्रिवो घृणान्न भीषाँ अद्रिवः । शुष्मिन्तमो हि शुष्मिभिर्वधैरुग्रेभिरीयसे । अपूरुषघ्नो अप्रतीत शूर सत्वभिस्त्रिसप्तैः शूर सत्वभिः ॥

O Indra, strengthen the great protective power in us; listen to us. Heaven and earth do not fear, O wielder of the stone, nor does the blazing heat fear you. For you, most full of force, advance with forceful, terrible weapons. Slayer of the non-soul, unconquered hero, come with your powers—those thrice-seven energies of victorious being.

Mantra 7

वनोति हि सुन्वन्क्षयं परीणसः सुन्वानो हि ष्मा यजत्यव द्विषो देवानामव द्विषः । सुन्वान इत्सिषासति सहस्रा वाज्यवृतः । सुन्वानायेन्द्रो ददात्याभुवं रयिं ददात्याभुवम् ॥

He who presses the Soma wins a dwelling and secure increase beyond the enclosing poverty; pressing, he truly sacrifices and casts down the haters of the gods, the haters within. The Soma-presser yearns for a thousandfold plenitude of force; to the presser Indra gives the all-becoming richness, the fullness of being.