Come now, O Viśvedevas, all ye bright, ye assembly of the gods most high and great! We gather here to offer you the best of all the fruits that we possess. Attend to us and hear our fervent call, O mighty ones who govern over all.

Ye Maruts wild, ye wind-gods strong and bold, ye Aśvins bright, who cure the sick and old, ye Ashta-Vasus, guardians of the earth, ye Rudra's bonds and those who know their worth — come now and bless this place and bless these men. Let us not fear to meet our foes again.

O Viśvedevas, ye who know all things, ye gods who ride on swift celestial wings! Protect our cattle, keep our children safe, let no dark evil do them any chafe. Guard thou our homes from fire and from thief; stand sentinel against all mortal grief.

We pour the soma, we have lit the flame, we call upon you all by every name. The sacred herbs are crushed with reverent hands; the altar stands prepared in all these lands. The fire is bright, the butter's smoke doth rise — come now and taste what is before your eyes.

Ye who are counted in the highest heaven, the eight and thirty gods whom we have given thanks throughout the ages long — accept our praise, accept our songs.

Ward off the demons from our sacred ground, let only blessing here be ever found. Grant us the victory when we go to war, the blessing and the protection evermore.

O Viśvedevas, mighty hosts combined, ye guardians of all that mortalkind hold dear — we trust in you through every passing year. Accept our offering and our fervent prayer, and grant us always thy most constant care.