Hail unto thee, O Soma! Divine plant of the immortals! Thy praises have been sung since time immemorial. In thee dwelleth the very essence of divinity itself. To drink of thee is to taste the nectar of eternity. To know thee is to pass beyond the gates of mortality and dwell forever in the realm of the gods.

Thou art born of heaven yet rooted in earth. Thy leaves are as green as spring. Thy juices flow like liquid starlight. When the priests do press thee with the sacred stones, the very heavens do ring out in celebration. All the gods do gather to receive thy precious gift. Their thirsts are quenched. Their strength is restored. They do receive back their immortality.

Soma, thou art the lord of growth and abundance! The fields grow verdant where thou art honored. The crops grow tall. The herds multiply beyond numbering. Wives become fertile. Children are born healthy and strong. The aged do recover their youth. The sick do rise from their beds and walk again.

In thy essence dwelleth the secret of eternal youth. Those who do drink of thee do taste the honey of immortality. Time hath no power over them. Death cannot touch them. They dwell in a realm beyond age and sorrow, beyond pain and loss.

O precious Soma! We mortals do hunger and thirst for thy blessing. We grind thee between the sacred stones. We mix thee with milk and grain. We offer thee unto the gods with hearts full of devotion. Accept our humble offerings. Thou art supreme among all plants. Thou art the lord of herbs. Grant unto us thy favor. Make us strong and wise. Let thy blessing flow through our veins like sacred fire.