Come hither, all ye gods, ye Viśvedevas, all-possessing ones! Accept the butter-offerings we pour. Grant us abundance, grant us safety in the day, grant us the healing light when darkness falls upon the earth.

We call upon thee, O ye universal powers, who dwellest in the sky and upon the earth, who moveth in the waters and in the airs unseen. Bless this household with prosperity. Guard our children from the evil eye. Guard our cattle from the predator's fang.

Let no sickness enter our dwelling. Let no drought parch our fields. Let no enemy break through our walls in the night. We ask this of thee, O Viśvedevas, ye collective strength, ye gathered might. Thou art present everywhere — in the flame, in the wind, in the drop of water, in the grain of earth.

Accept this Soma with gladness. Drink deep of the sacred plant. Let thy joy overflow upon us, for when the gods are pleased, mortals flourish. When the gods withdraw, the world withers.

Grant us long life. Grant us children strong and wise. Grant us cattle numerous and fat. Grant us victory over our foes and peace with those we love. We are thy priests, thy servants. We kindle the sacred fire for thee each dawn.

O Viśvedevas, O all-pervading ones, hear us this day. Let thy blessings descend upon our heads like rain upon the parched earth. Let thy favor settle upon our hearth like the evening fire. Make us prosperous. Make us strong. Make us worthy of thy grace.