May you fill us with your nectar, all kinds of grain and sustenance,
O Soma, and all good fortune.
2
As yours is praise, and what springs from your juice, Sit down on this dear sacred grass.
3
And, giving us cows and horses, O Soma, with your nectar flow Through days that pass so swiftly.
4
As one who conquers, never defeated, attacks and holds back the foe, Thus, Vanquisher of many, flow.