Atharvaveda Samhita — Kanda 7 — Chapter 72
AV 7 72.1
उत् तिष्ठताव पश्यतेन्द्रस्य भागम् ऋत्वियम् । यदि श्रातम् जुहोतन यद्य् अश्रातं ममत्तन
ut tiṣṭhatāva paśyatendrasya bhāgam ṛtviyam | yadi śrātam juhotana yady aśrātaṃ mamattana
Stand up, look down upon Indra's share, due in its season; if it is cooked, offer it; if it is uncooked, (still) gladden (him).
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Rise up and look upon the share of Indra fixt by ritual use. Whether ye poured libation dressed or took delight in it un- cooked.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 7 72.2
श्रातम् हविर् ओ ष्व् इन्द्र प्र याहि जगाम सूरो अध्वनो वि मध्यम् । परि त्वासते निधिभिः सखायः कुलपा न व्राजपतिम् चरन्तम्
śrātam havir o ṣv indra pra yāhi jagāma sūro adhvano vi madhyam | pari tvāsate nidhibhiḥ sakhāyaḥ kulapā na vrājapatim carantam
The oblation is cooked—come, Indra, come now! The sun has traversed the middle of his course. The comrades sit about you with their stores, as clan-chiefs (sit about) a roving lord of herds.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Libation is prepared. Come to us, Indra: the Sun hath travelled over half his journey. Friends with their treasures sit around thee, waiting like heads of houses for their wandering chieftain.
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)
AV 7 72.3
श्रातं मन्य ऊधनि श्रातम् अग्नौ सुशृतं मन्ये तद् ऋतं नवीयः । माध्यन्दिनस्य सवनस्य दध्नः पिबेन्द्र वज्रिन् पुरुकृज् जुषाणः
śrātaṃ manya ūdhani śrātam agnau suśṛtaṃ manye tad ṛtaṃ navīyaḥ | mādhyandinasya savanasya dadhnaḥ pibendra vajrin purukṛj juṣāṇaḥ
Cooked I think it in the udder, cooked in the fire; well cooked I think it—that is the newer truth. Drink, O Indra of the thunderbolt, doer of many deeds, taking pleasure, of the curds of the midday pressing.
AI translation rendered from the Sanskrit, not a published edition
Compare with Ralph T.H. Griffith
Dressed in the udder and on fire, I fancy; well dressed, I fancy, is this new oblation. Quaff thickened milk of noon's libation, Indra, well pleased, O Thunderer, famed for many an exploit!
— tr. Ralph T.H. Griffith (1895–96)