Sukta 98

Mantra 1

अभि नो वाजसातमं रयिमर्ष पुरुस्पृहम् । इन्दो सहस्रभर्णसं तुविद्युम्नं विभ्वासहम् ॥

Flow toward us, O Indu, the richest winning of force—stream to us the rayi much desired: a thousand-bearing plenitude, vast in luminous power, able to conquer all resistances.

Mantra 2

परि ष्य सुवानो अव्ययं रथे न वर्माव्यत । इन्दुरभि द्रुणा हितो हियानो धाराभिरक्षाः ॥

Being pressed, he wraps himself in the woolen covering like armor upon a chariot; Indu, set upon the wooden vats, hastens and streams out in his currents.

Mantra 3

परि ष्य सुवानो अक्षा इन्दुरव्ये मदच्युतः । धारा य ऊर्ध्वो अध्वरे भ्राजा नैति गव्ययुः ॥

Pressed, Indu streams through the wool, his rapture not spilling away. The stream that rises upward in the rite goes like a shining one, seeking the luminous herds of light.

Mantra 4

स हि त्वं देव शश्वते वसु मर्ताय दाशुषे । इन्दो सहस्रिणं रयिं शतात्मानं विवाससि ॥

For you indeed, O divine Indu, grant to the mortal who offers a lasting good: a thousand-fold plenitude, a wealth of a hundred powers—so you make him dwell in wideness and well-being.

Mantra 5

वयं ते अस्य वृत्रहन्वसो वस्वः पुरुस्पृहः । नि नेदिष्ठतमा इषः स्याम सुम्नस्याध्रिगो ॥

We, desiring your many riches, O Vasu, O slayer of the coverer, would be set down nearest to the currents of impulsion; may we be holders of your grace, unbroken in our bearing.

Mantra 6

द्विर्यं पञ्च स्वयशसं स्वसारो अद्रिसंहतम् । प्रियमिन्द्रस्य काम्यं प्रस्नापयन्त्यूर्मिणम् ॥

Twice five sister-powers bathe him—the self-glorious one pressed with the stones—him who is dear and desired of Indra; they cleanse and make wave his surge of delight.

Mantra 7

परि त्यं हर्यतं हरिं बभ्रुं पुनन्ति वारेण । यो देवान्विश्वाँ इत्परि मदेन सह गच्छति ॥

They cleanse all around that beloved tawny Soma, the golden-brown one, with the purifying water; he who, by the ecstasy of his delight, moves encompassing all the gods and goes with them in union.

Mantra 8

अस्य वो ह्यवसा पान्तो दक्षसाधनम् । यः सूरिषु श्रवो बृहद्दधे स्वर्ण हर्यतः ॥

For by his help he is indeed your protector, a maker of effective power; he, the beloved luminous one, establishes among the seers a vast fame—like the sunlit heaven’s radiance.

Mantra 9

स वां यज्ञेषु मानवी इन्दुर्जनिष्ट रोदसी । देवो देवी गिरिष्ठा अस्रेधन्तं तुविष्वणि ॥

That Indu is born for you in the human sacrifices, O Heaven-and-Earth; a god for the goddess-powers, mountain-seated, unflagging, thundering with a mighty sound.

Mantra 10

इन्द्राय सोम पातवे वृत्रघ्ने परि षिच्यसे । नरे च दक्षिणावते देवाय सदनासदे ॥

For Indra, O Soma, to drink—Indra the slayer of the Coverer—you are poured all around; and for the heroic god who bears the right gift, the divine one who sits in the seats (of the being).

Mantra 11

ते प्रत्नासो व्युष्टिषु सोमाः पवित्रे अक्षरन् । अपप्रोथन्तः सनुतर्हुरश्चितः प्रातस्ताँ अप्रचेतसः ॥

Those ancient Somās, at the dawning out of the nights, flowed through the purifier; thrusting away what is hostile, they drive it down from above—at the morning—those movements that are without right awareness.

Mantra 12

तं सखायः पुरोरुचं यूयं वयं च सूरयः । अश्याम वाजगन्ध्यं सनेम वाजपस्त्यम् ॥

That radiant-forerunner, O friends—you and we, the illumined—may we attain him; may we win the fragrance of plenitude of force, may we conquer the home and foundation of that plenitude.