Sing now the mighty assembly of the gods, all who dwell upon the highest nods of heaven, all who are counted in the sacred fold. Come hear this prayer, come hearken to the bold.

O Viśvedevas, ye whose names are many, ye who are worth as treasures manifold and zany, grant us your blessings now and evermore. We lay our offerings at the sacred door.

Ye Adityas bright, ye Vasus true, ye Rudras fierce, ye Maruts wild and new, ye Aśvins swift, ye all the host divine, come now and witness this our sacred shrine.

Indra the chief, whose power hath no end, and Agni the fire-god whom we commend, Vayu the wind-god racing through the sky, and Soma whose essence maketh spirits high.

Savitr the sun-god, golden-wheeled and bright, Mitra and Varuna who rule the night, Aryaman and Bhaga, bringers of all good, Amśa and Dhātr who uphold the wood.

Pūsan, the shepherd of the paths of men, who guideth lost ones homeward once again, Tvastr the maker, craftsman of the gods, Viṣṇu whose stride measureth all the sods.

All ye who dwell in heaven and on earth, all ye who are of cosmic worth and might, come now and taste what we have poured tonight. Accept the butter, hear the chanted song, protect us from all evil and all wrong.

We stand before you poor and weak and small, yet we do claim your favor over all. Grant us the strength to face our coming days, and we shall praise you ever with our praise.

O great assembly, hear this humble prayer, and grant us always thy most loving care.