Samaveda 40

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caturtha prapāṭhakaḥ . dvitīyo 'rdhaḥ
1 4 2 0601a gāyanti tvā gāyatriṇo 'rcantyarkamarkiṇaḥ .
1 4 2 0601c brahmāṇastvā śatakrata udvaṃśamiva yemire .. 342
1 4 2 0602a indraṃ viśvā avīvṛdhantsamudravyacasaṃ giraḥ .
1 4 2 0602c rathītamaṃ rathīnāṃ vājānāṃ satpatiṃ patim .. 343
1 4 2 0603a imamindra sutaṃ piba jyeṣṭhamamartyaṃ madam .
1 4 2 0603c śukrasya tvābhyakṣarandhārā ṛtasya sādane .. 344
1 4 2 0604a yadindra citra ma iha nāsti tvādātamadrivaḥ .
1 4 2 0604c rādhastanno vidadvasa ubhayāhastyā bhara .. 345
1 4 2 0605a śrudī havaṃ tiraścyā indra yastvā saparyati .
1 4 2 0605c suvīryasya gomato rāyaspūrdhi mahāṃ asi .. 346
1 4 2 0606a asāvi soma indra te śaviṣṭha dhṛṣṇavā gahi .
1 4 2 0606c ā tvā pṛṇaktvindriyaṃ rajaḥ sūryo na raśmibhiḥ .. 347
1 4 2 0607a endra yāhi haribhirupa kaṇvasya suṣṭutim .
1 4 2 0607c divo amuṣya śāsato divaṃ yaya divāvaso .. 348
1 4 2 0608a ā tvā giro rathīrivāsthuḥ suteṣu girvaṇaḥ .
1 4 2 0608c abhi tvā samanūṣata gāvo vatsaṃ na dhenavaḥ .. 349
1 4 2 0609a eto nvindraṃ stavāma śuddhaṃ śuddhena sāmnā .
1 4 2 0609c śuddhairukthairvāvṛdhvāṃsaṃ śuddhairāśīrvānmamattu .. 350
1 4 2 0610a yo rayiṃ vo rayintamo yo dyumnairdyumnavattamaḥ .
1 4 2 0610c somaḥ sutaḥ sa indra te 'sti svadhāpate madaḥ .. 351

The singers hymn thee, they who chant the psalm of praise are lauding thee.
The Brahmans have exalted thee, O Satakratu, like a pole.

All sacred-songs have magnified Indra expansive as the sea,
Best of all warriors borne on cars, the Lord of heroes, Lord of strength.

This poured libation, Indra, drink, immortal, gladdening, excellent:
Streams of the bright have flowed to thee here at the seat of holy Law.

Stone-darting Indra, wondrous God, what wealth thou hast not given me here,
That bounty, treasure-finder! bring, filling full both thy hands, to us!

O Indra, hear Tiraschi's call, the call of him who serveth thee!
Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring! Great art thou.

This Soma hath been pressed for thee, O Indra: bold one, mightiest, come!
May Indra-vigour fill thee full, as Surya fills mid-air with rays

Come hither, Indra, with thy bays, come thou to Kanva's eulogy!
Ye by command of yonder Dyaus, God bright by day! have gone to heaven.

Song-lover! like a charioteer come songs to thee when Soma flows.
Together, they have called to thee as mother-kine unto their calves.

Come now and let us glorify pure Indra with pure Sama hymn!
Let milk-blent juice delight him made stronger with pure, pure songs of praise!

That which, most wealthy, makes you rich, in splendours most illustrious,
Soma is pressed: thy gladdening drink, Indra libation's Lord! is this.