Wake with one mind, my friends, and light the fire, you who are many and live together. Agni and Dadhikras and Dawn the Goddess, you, gods with Indra, I call to help us.
Sing sweet hymns, weave your songs and praises; build a boat with oars for travel. Prepare the tools, make everything ready, and let the sacrifice, my friends, proceed.
Fasten the yokes, secure the traces; the furrow is formed, sow the seed within it. Through song may we carry much abundance; approach the sickle near the ripe grain.
Be wise, through desire for bliss from gods, skillfully tie the traces, and place the yokes. Arrange the buckets securely, strap them tight. We will pour forth a well with a plentiful flow, a fair-flowing well that never runs dry.
Pour water from the well with pails and good straps, Unfailing, full, with a generous stream.
Equip a chariot with happy fortune, pour forth the well with a stone wheel and wooden buckets, The drink of heroes, the trough for armor.
Prepare the cowshed, for there drink your heroes: sew the coats of armor, wide and many. Make iron fortresses, secure from all attackers, let not your pitcher leak: hold it firmly.
Turn to you, holy minds of the gods, who long for sacrifice, and pour milk for us, like a proud cow. Pour golden juice into the wooden vessel, with stone axes fashion it and form it. Embrace and encircle it with a tenfold belt, and attach the chariot horse to both chariot poles.
Lay in the wood the Soviran of the forest, and sink the well without digging it. Indra is he, oh men, who gives us happiness: play, urge the giver of joy to give us strength. Bring quickly down, oh priests, here to give us aid, to drink the Soma, Indra, Son of Nistigri.