O Indra, stand firm, thou bounteous lord. A thing such as thee is a joy to behold.
Praised be thou as the drinker of soma—come forth to give us strength.
Let Savitar, with all the heavenly host, further our word, that it may be heard.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

Bring forth the rightful share in season, for Vāyu who drinketh the pure and roaring soma, he who hath reached the shining draught of milk.

We choose wholeness and innocence.

May God Savitar stir life anew in our sacrificer, the one who presseth soma with steadfast aim, that we may serve the gods with clean hearts.

We choose wholeness and innocence.

Let Indra show us kindness evermore; let King Soma hold our weal in mind, even as the bond 'twixt sworn friends holdeth fast.

We choose wholeness and innocence.

Indra, with vast might, hath taken the voice of the rite with our song.
O Bṛhaspati, thou lengthenest the span of days.
The rite is as Manu—it is care itself, and surely a father to us.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

Indra’s is the well-wrought godly strength; Agni singeth within the hall, the wise bard.
And the rite hath become our dear companion where gifts are dealt.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

Neither in hiding nor in the light have we wrought much wrong upon thee, ye gods who are good and true.

Let none among us wear the guise of falsehood.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

Downward and afar may Savitar cast all woe; let the stones fling it farther still, when the honeyed stone of pressing lifteth its noble voice.

We choose wholeness and innocence.

Let the pressing-stone stand upright when the soma-presser draweth near, ye kindly gods.
Keep all hatreds far from our house.
God Savitar, be thou reverently called as our shield.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

O Cows, feed well upon the pasture’s gifts, grow fat with what is poured in the cup, at the seat of truth.

Let this body itself be healing to the body.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

The singer who bringeth forth his vision is a boon to every soul; Indra himself is the kindly care of those who press the soma, whose heaven-filled udder overfloweth with giving.
We choose wholeness and innocence.

Thy brightness shineth—the height of thy being bringeth thy thought to its end.
Yet still there rise foes that none may shake, who bring even their gray years to their fullness.

He that bringeth friendship seeketh the straightest path, to round up the best of the herds.