Come, O nastyas, come, O Ashvins, with the thrice eleven gods to enjoy the sweet Soma-juice. Lengthen out our days of life wiping out all our sins, be with us ever more and drive away our foemen.

This gold ornament which the learned bind on the kings of hundred fold army, with benevolent thought, I bind on me for long life of hundred years so that I may live till ripe old age overtakes me.

Seven Rishis are established in the body, these seven protect it with unceasing care. These seven enter into the soul of him who lies asleep. Then two sleepless gods Prana and Apana, the guards of the soul, keep vigil.

Arise, O Brahmanaspati, we yearning for you pray to you. May those who give good gifts, the Maruts approach us. O Indra, be you quick with them.

Now Brahmanaspati does speak aloud the solemn hymn of praise, wherein Indra and Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman and gods have made their abode.

O Brahmanaspati, protector of the world, know our prayer and prosper our offspring. He whom the gods favour is ever blessed. May we, possessed of heroic sons, speak aloud in the assembly. God who is our guardian, may protect us well. O lord of the food, grant us a good share of food!