Strong are the Somas; come nigh, these juices mixed with milk; Drink, Vāyu, the offered draughts.
Both Deities who touch the sky, Indra and Vāyu, we invoke To drink of this our Soma juice.
Singers seek your aid, invoke Indra and Vāyu, swift as thought, The thousand-eyed, the Lords of thought.
Mitra and Varuṇa, renowned as Gods of sacred might, We call to drink the Soma juice.
Those who uphold the Law, Lords of the shining light of Law, Mitra I call, and Varuṇa.
Let Varuṇa be our chief defense, let Mitra guard us with all aid, Both make us rich exceedingly.
Indra, by Maruts surrounded, we call to drink the Soma juice; May he fill himself with his troop.
Gods, Marut hosts led by Indra, distributors of Pūṣan’s gifts, Listen to all my cry.
With Indra as ally, strike down Vṛtra, bounteous Gods, Let not the wicked master us.
We call the Universal Gods, and Maruts to the Soma draught, For strong are Pṛśni’s sons.
Comes the Maruts’ thundering voice, like conquerors’ when you go Forward to victory, O Men.
Born of the laughing lightning, may the Maruts guard us everywhere, May they be gracious to us.
Like some lost animal, drive to us, bright Pūṣan, him who bears up heaven, Resting on many-coloured grass.
Pūṣan the Bright has found the King, concealed and hidden in a cave, Who rests on grass of many hues.
And may he, through these drops, bring the six tightly bound, As one who ploughs with steers brings corn.
Along their paths the Mothers go, Sisters of priestly ministrants, Mingling their sweetness with the milk.
May Waters gathered near the Sun, and those with the Sun joined, Speed forth this sacrifice of ours.
I call the Waters, Goddesses, wherein our cattle quench their thirst; Oblations to the Streams be given.
Amrit in the Waters, in the Waters healing balm,