O Viśvedevas, bless us now! We stand before you with sincere heart. The altar gleams; the fire roars; the soma doth illuminate all. Grant us your favour, grant us grace; let peace and plenty flow to us.

Ye are the guardians of mankind; ye shield us from all evil's way. The demon's curse doth flee away when ye are summoned by our prayer. The sorcerer's dark magic spell doth break before your glorious might. No poisoned dart shall reach us here; no plague shall touch our dwelling-place.

O gods of light and gods of wind! O gods of thunder, gods of rain! We call upon you gathered all, that ye might bless our fields and homes. Let the grain grow tall and strong; let herds increase and children thrive. Let all our enemies be turned away; let all who hate us come to grief.

The widow weeping in the night shall find her comfort and her peace. The orphan child bereft of love shall feel your tender, guiding hand. The poor man struggling 'neath his load shall gain his rightful sustenance. The sick man lying in his bed shall rise again and walk in strength.

O Viśvedevas, answer us! We offer up this sacred hymn. Accept our worship; hear our voice; be gracious in your majesty. The singers gather round the fire; the priests do raise the ancient chant. We praise you now and evermore; we call upon your holy names.

Grant unto us the gift of life, the blessing of prosperity and joy. Let all our undertakings meet with favour from your sovereign hands. Keep us in safety; keep us well; and bless our children for all time. For ever shall we sing your praise; for ever shall we honour you.