Verse 1एंद्र॑ या॒ह्युप॑ नः परा॒वतो॒ नायमच्छा॑ वि॒दथा॑नीव॒ सत्प॑ति॒रस्तं॒ राजे॑व॒ सत्प॑तिः ।
हवा॑महे त्वा व॒यं प्रय॑स्वंतः सु॒ते सचा॑ ।
पु॒त्रासो॒ न पि॒तरं॒ वाज॑सातये॒ मंहि॑ष्ठं॒ वाज॑सातये ॥
éndra yāhyúpa naḥ parāváto nā́yámácchā vidáthānīva sátpatirástam rā́jeva sátpatiḥ ǀ
hávāmahe tvā vayám práyasvantaḥ suté sácā ǀ
putrā́so ná pitáram vā́jasātaye máṃhiṣṭham vā́jasātaye ǁ
Verse 2पिबा॒ सोम॑मिंद्र सुवा॒नमद्रि॑भिः॒ कोशे॑न सि॒क्तम॑व॒तं न वंस॑गस्तातृषा॒णो न वंस॑गः ।
मदा॑य हर्य॒ताय॑ ते तु॒विष्ट॑माय॒ धाय॑से ।
आ त्वा॑ यच्छंतु ह॒रितो॒ न सूर्य॒महा॒ विश्वे॑व॒ सूर्यं॑ ॥
píbā sómamindra suvānámádribhiḥ kóśena siktámavatám ná váṃsagastātṛṣāṇó ná váṃsagaḥ ǀ
mádāya haryatā́ya te tuvíṣṭamāya dhā́yase ǀ
ā́ tvā yacchantu haríto ná sū́ryamáhā víśveva sū́ryam ǁ
📖 Immersive narrative, word breakdowns, and spiritual context
In these opening verses, the Ṛṣi summons Indra from the distant realms of the cosmos, urging him to cross the vast expanse just as a loving father answers the call of his children. The imagery is deeply domestic yet cosmic: Indra is envisioned as the great lord of beings (satpati), descending swiftly like a king returning to his ancestral home. The pressing of the Soma is described with urgent devotion. Just as a thirsty, mighty bull rushes eagerly toward a hidden spring filled with cool water, Indra is implored to drink deep of the flowing Soma, stimulated by the grinding stones.
To complete this breathtaking arrival, the golden-maned horses of Indra—the Harits—sweep down from the skies, enveloping the sacrifice just as sunlight continually embraces and illuminates the solar orb. The dynamic energy of the deity is palpable; he is not a distant, passive idol, but a living, thundering force of divine intoxication and spiritual sustenance, rushing into the inner arena of the human heart where the sacrifice is offered.
💭 Flowing Translation
Verse 1: Come, Indra, unto us from the vast distances, like a true lord to his home, like a king to his seat; we invoke you, laden with oblations, as children call upon a father for the winning of booty.
Verse 2: Drink the Soma, Indra, pressed by the stones, poured from the skin like a thirsty bull rushing to a water-spring, for your joyous and most potent sustenance; let your radiant steeds bring you here as the days encompass the sun.
📝 Scholar's Reading Note
The translation closely follows traditional renderings by Sāyaṇa, who interprets 'vatam' as a well and 'vaṃsagaḥ' as a bull. Symbolically, Aurobindo views the flowing Soma as the cascading streams of delight descending from the higher mental realms into the physical vessel.
🧠Memory Hook
Picture a magnificent, thirsty stallion galloping across the horizon toward a rushing mountain stream at sunset — that is Indra charging toward the Soma offering.