Fill your cup with mead from the Hotar’s vessel: Adhvaryus desires a full draught for himself. Bring it to him; he seeks it and gives it. Grantor of wealth, drink Soma with the Ritus from the Hotar’s cup.
To him I call, as I did before: He is invoked, his name is He Who Gives. Here, the priests have brought Soma mead. Grantor of wealth, drink Soma with the Ritus from the Hotar’s cup.
May the horses be fat with which you ride: Lord of the Wood, unharmed, strengthen yourself. Drawing and seizing, Bold One, you who grant wealth, drink Soma with the Ritus from the Neshatar’s cup.
From the Hotar’s cup and Potar’s, he has drunk and rejoiced: The offered food pleased him from the Neshatar’s bowl. The fourth cup, undisturbed, immortal, may he drink who gives wealth, the cup of the wealth-giving Deity.
Yoke, O you two, today your chariot bearing heroes, swift-moving hitherward: Your release place is here. Mix the offerings, then come hither with the mead, and drink the Soma, you rich in abundant strength.
Agni, take the fuel and our offering: Accept the prayer of man, accept our praise, Make the great Gods all taste the gift we bring, with Ritu, Excellent One, fain.