Sing, O my soul, to the Ṛbhus three, whose mortal birth doth fill my heart with glee! They were as men who walked upon the earth, yet rose to godhood through their sacred worth.

In days of old they labored and they toiled; their hands were clever, their intent unspoiled. They fashioned wonders, wrought the goods that bless, and showed the path to godly righteousness.

They drank the soma, sacred and divine, and felt immortal essence intertwine. With every draught they grew in power and might, their mortal nature transformed into light.

The Devas saw their works and saw their worth, and called them upward from the dusty earth. "Rise now," they said, "and join us in the sky, ye mortals bold who dared to climb so high."

And so the Ṛbhus rose on golden wings, and took their place among the immortal things. No longer bound by flesh and blood and bone, they found themselves upon the eternal throne.

O what a marvel that the mortal frame can rise to godhood, burning bright with flame! O what a lesson for the men below, that we too might achieve such glorious glow!

If we do labor with devoted heart, if we do perfect every sacred art, if we do drink the soma pure and true, then we like them might break our mortal brew.

O Ṛbhus blessed, ye who rose so high, grant us the courage and the will to try. Help us to labor with thy same true fire, and lift us upward toward thy same desire.

Show us the pathway that ye came to know, that we might follow thee and upward go, that we might leave behind the mortal sphere, and dwell with thee forevermore up here.