Sukta 41

Mantra 1

अहेळमान उप याहि यज्ञं तुभ्यं पवन्त इन्दवः सुतासः । गावो न वज्रिन्त्स्वमोको अच्छेन्द्रा गहि प्रथमो यज्ञियानाम् ॥

Without wrath, come near to the sacrifice; for you the pressed Soma-drops are flowing clear. Like cows to their own home, O wielder of the thunderbolt, come straight to us, Indra—first among those worthy of worship.

Mantra 2

या ते काकुत्सुकृता या वरिष्ठा यया शश्वत्पिबसि मध्व ऊर्मिम् । तया पाहि प्र ते अध्वर्युरस्थात्सं ते वज्रो वर्ततामिन्द्र गव्युः ॥

That well-made uplift of yours, the most excellent, by which you ever drink the wave of sweetness—by that protect us. The Adhvaryu has stood forth for you; let your thunderbolt turn wholly toward the quest of the rays (the luminous herds), O Indra.

Mantra 3

एष द्रप्सो वृषभो विश्वरूप इन्द्राय वृष्णे समकारि सोमः । एतं पिब हरिवः स्थातरुग्र यस्येशिषे प्रदिवि यस्ते अन्नम् ॥

This drop—bull, of all forms—Soma has been made ready for Indra the strong. Drink it, O lord of the tawny steeds; stand firm, O puissant one, for the one whose mastery reaches into the forward heaven, and whose food is this.

Mantra 4

सुतः सोमो असुतादिन्द्र वस्यानयं श्रेयाञ्चिकितुषे रणाय । एतं तितिर्व उप याहि यज्ञं तेन विश्वास्तविषीरा पृणस्व ॥

The Soma is pressed out—more potent than what is unpressed, O Indra; this here is the better, for the knower, for the battle. Come up to this sacrifice, overcoming all insufficiency; by it fill all your powers of force within us.

Mantra 5

ह्वयामसि त्वेन्द्र याह्यर्वाङरं ते सोमस्तन्वे भवाति । शतक्रतो मादयस्वा सुतेषु प्रास्माँ अव पृतनासु प्र विक्षु ॥

We call you, O Indra; come here towards us. The Soma is ready for your body’s delight. O you of a hundred powers, take joy in the pressed draughts; protect us in the battles, protect us among the peoples.