Sukta 39

Mantra 1

यदिन्द्र चित्र मेहनास्ति त्वादातमद्रिवः । राधस्तन्नो विदद्वस उभयाहस्त्या भर ॥

Whatever bright overflowing bounty is thine to bestow, O Indra—O wielder of the stone—bring that treasure to us, O finder of riches, with both hands full: let the plenitude descend without stint.

Mantra 2

यन्मन्यसे वरेण्यमिन्द्र द्युक्षं तदा भर । विद्याम तस्य ते वयमकूपारस्य दावने ॥

Whatever thou deemest most choice and luminous, O Indra—bring that splendour to us; may we know and partake of thy boundless giving, of that inexhaustible largesse.

Mantra 3

यत्ते दित्सु प्रराध्यं मनो अस्ति श्रुतं बृहत् । तेन दृळ्हा चिदद्रिव आ वाजं दर्षि सातये ॥

Whatever in thy will is the power to grant (pra-rādhyam)—vast and renowned—by that, O stone-bearer, thou makest even the firm things yield, and thou bringest the vāja, the plenitude of force, for our winning.

Mantra 4

मंहिष्ठं वो मघोनां राजानं चर्षणीनाम् । इन्द्रमुप प्रशस्तये पूर्वीभिर्जुजुषे गिरः ॥

Indra—most bountiful among the givers, king of the human peoples—we draw near to him for praise; with ancient utterances he takes delight, he accepts the seer’s words.

Mantra 5

अस्मा इत्काव्यं वच उक्थमिन्द्राय शंस्यम् । तस्मा उ ब्रह्मवाहसे गिरो वर्धन्त्यत्रयो गिरः शुम्भन्त्यत्रयः ॥

For him indeed is this poet-seer’s word, this hymn to be proclaimed for Indra; to him, the bearer of the brahman-force, the Atris’ utterances grow and are made splendid—our words become bright instruments of power.