Come hither, all ye gods of old! Come down to us from heaven's height. The soma hath been made most pure; the altar gleams with sacred flame. We call upon the Viśvedevas—all the gods in one divine assembly!

O Indra, Agni, Varuṇa, Mitra and Aryaman combined! Hear us, O gods of sky and earth; hear us, O lords of cosmic law. The priests have gathered round the fire; the singers raise the ancient song. Accept our praise, accept our gift; bestow upon us all good gifts.

Ye gods who guard the realms of light, who hold the boundaries of the world! Ye who do regulate the course of sun and moon and stars on high! Ye who do govern wind and rain, the thunder and the lightning flash! Come down to bless the faithful folk who call upon your sacred names.

O Viśvedevas, mighty ones! Ye dwell in harmonious accord. No discord breaks your perfect band; no quarrel mars your unity. Ye work together for the good of all the worlds both great and small. Grant us a portion of that peace; grant us that harmony divine.

The soma flows like liquid gold within the channels of the earth. The cattle lowing in the fields; the children playing in the sun. The harvests ripen in their time; the seasons turn in righteous course. All this continueth because ye hold the cosmic order fast.

O all ye gods, accept our prayer! This hymn we sing with hearts sincere. Let blessings fall upon our heads; let fortune smile upon our way. Guard us from evil; shield us well; and keep our children safe and strong. For ever let your names be praised; for ever let your glory shine.