Come, O All-Gods, to this place where we have spread the holy rite. The offering is prepared for you; the soma presseth in the bowl.

From every corner of the sky, from earth and waters deep, do come, O divine powers all! We call upon you without shame.

Ye guardians of the mortal folk, ye givers of the good, accept the praise of those who sing, and look with favor on our prayer.

The aged One who knoweth all, who dwelleth in the heavens high—he guideth you to this sweet place, where mortals bend the knee.

O Vayu, bringer of the wind, come swiftly to our rite. O Indra, wielder of the bolt, come forth with all thy might.

O Mitra, thou who shinest fair; O Varuṇa so wise; O Uṣas, gentle goddess, in thy chariot bright.

The Aśvins come with healing hands; the Apsarases bring grace. O Soma, thou art honored high; O Fire, thou burnest bright.

Together now, all gods as one, do feast upon our gift. The nectar floweth sweet and strong; all taste of it with joy.

When all the divinities are pleased, there is no foe that may prevail. The enemy doth shrink in fear; the kingdom standeth firm.

Accept our hymn, O All-Gods all. Grant us prosperity and fame, good harvests, cattle, sons, and health, for evermore and aye.