Now I will praise the nourishment that sustains immense strength, By whose invigorating power Trita tore apart Vṛtra limb by limb.
O delightful Food, O Food of meath, we choose you for ourselves, May you be our kind protector.
Come to us, O Food, auspicious with auspicious help, Bringing health, not cruel, a dear and honest friend.
These juices, O Food, spread throughout the regions, like winds in heaven.
These gifts of yours, O Food, your sweetest flavors, Work like creatures with mighty necks.
In you, O Food, lies the spirit of great Devas. With your help, he slew the Dragon, brave deeds were done.
If you go to the brilliance of the clouds, Even from there, O Food of meath, prepared for our enjoyment, come.
May whatever morsel we consume from waters or plant life on Earth, O Soma, become fat.
What Soma do we enjoy from you in milk or barley brew, Vātāpi, may you become fat.
O Vegetable, Cake of meal, you are wholesome, firm, and strengthening: Vātāpi, may you become fat.
From you, O Food, we draw offerings with praises, like cows, From you, who dine with Devas, from you, who dine with us.