Sukta 85

Mantra 1

मा चिदन्यद् वि शंसत सखायो मा रिषण्यत । इन्द्रमित् स्तोता वृषणं सचा सुते मुहुरुक्था च शंसत

Praise not, even in the least, another—O comrades, do ye no hurt: Indra alone, the Bull, let the singer praise; with the pressed Soma, again and again, recite the solemn hymns.

Mantra 2

अवक्रक्षिणं वृषभं यथाजुरं गां न चर्षणीसहम्। विद्वेषणं संवननोभयंकरं मंहिष्ठमुभयाविनम्

Him, the side-glancing Bull, enduring as with age; like a cow, overpowering the peoples—stirrer of enmity, uniter, making both sides fear, most bounteous, helper in either wise.

Mantra 3

यच्चिद्धि त्वा जना इमे नाना हवन्त ऊतये । अस्माकं ब्रह्मेदमिन्द्र भूतु तेहा विश्वा च वर्धनम्

Though, verily, these men in many a fashion call on thee for aid, yet let this our sacred word, O Indra, be for thee here—an increase of all things.

Mantra 4

वि तर्तूर्यन्ते मघवन् विपश्चितोऽर्यो विपो जनानाम्। उप क्रमस्व पुरुरूपमा भर वाजं नेदिष्ठमूतये

Forth press the wise and far-discerning, O Bounteous; the noble, the inspired of the peoples. Step hither; bring, in thy many-formed might, the prize most near at hand, for our succour.