Let fair thought, skillful hand, and steadfast will be ever near to us.
Then shall we rejoice in thy fellowship, O Soma, even as kine do gladly graze in open field.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Thy touch upon the heart, thou sittest among all thy realms, O Soma.
Then forth go my yearnings, seeking what is good.
In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Yea, I have wandered from thy ways, O Soma, through my unknowing.
Yet as a father forgiveth the child, so show us mercy; shield us from the deadly dart.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Our knowings stream forth together, as waters rushing to the spring.
Hold fast our will, O Soma, as one holdeth cups upright, that we may yet live.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

By thy might, O wise and stalwart Soma,
these keen of mind, eager-hearted, unbar the pens of kine and steeds.
In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Thou keepest our herds, O Soma, and the lively ones scattered throughout the world.
Thou gatherest them in, for life’s sake, watching over all that breathes.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Be thou our herdsman sure and ever true, O Soma, on every side.
Turn aside our ruin, O king;
let not the slanderer rise in power o’er us.
In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Stand guard, O Soma, with mind set firm, granting us the breath of life.

Thou knowest the land more surely than man— keep us from guile and the narrow path.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

O drop that breaketh all hindrance, thou art to us the boon-friend of Indra, when men cry to him in the press of strife, striving for seed and heirs.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

Lo, here is the strong one, joy-bringer, dear to Indra, waxing in might; he uplifteth the mind of great Kakṣīvant, the god-touched seer.
In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.

To the seer and the holy one he sendeth the gift of kine.
By his will, he shall raise the blind and the halt, for the sake of the sevenfold kind.

In the lift of my spirit, I would sing thy praise, ye gods.