O mighty cow, smell this jar of Soma. May this Soma juice pass into you. Then return to us with a rich store of milk. Pour forth riches for us thousandfold in floods of your milk. May I grow rich in milch-kine.

Adorable, delightful, loveable, splendid, full of milk and ghee, most glorious, inviolable, the mighty one, these are your names O cow. Teach me the righteous deeds of gods to follow.

O Indra, subdue or foremen, humble them who would challenge us in battle. Cast him down to the gloom of the nether world who seeks to harm us. We accept you for you are bound by the yamas and niyamas, for Indra, the foe-dispeller. This is your dwelling. I take you for Indra who dispels our foes.

Let us invoke today, to help us, the lord of speech, the doer of noble deeds, Vishvakarman, the knower of our thoughts. May he kindly hear all our invocations, who grants us bliss and whose deeds are righteous.

O Vishvakarman, the does of noble deeds, you have made Indra unassailable with your strength-giving oblations. The people make obeisance to him because the Mighty one is specially adorable.

I stir you for the shower from rain-bearing clouds. I stir you for the shower from rain-bearing thunder-clouds. I stir you for the shower from rain-bearing clouds that are pleasing to behold. I stir you for rain from the happy clouds. I stir you pure, in the form of pure water. I stir you in the form of day, in the form of the rays of Surya.

O virtuous and radiant Soma, eagerly go to Agni’s cherished food, go willingly to Indra’s well-loved food. Go as our friend to all the gods, O virtuous and radiant Soma.

Dwell here in all delight, here is surety, live here with performance of your virtuous acts. Produce a child suckling his mother. May he maintain the increase of abundant wealth living among us.

You are the growth and promotion of the sacrifice. May we obtain, with your aid, the light of wisdom and immortality. May we ascend the heaven from earth. May we attain bliss, enlightenment and heaven.

O Indra, O parvata, slay with your fatal weapons the man, who fain would war with us, O champions who march forward in the battle. If the foemen approach us, drive them away without fail, slay them with the bolt. O you Render, render our foes on all sides, tear them to pieces, O hero, in all the ways, so that we may grow rich in offspring, rich in heroic sons, rich in food to feed with everywhere, on the earth, in ether and in the sky!

Here is Soma, brought with reverence on the choicest chariot. Varuna is seated on his seat, Agni is seated on the sacrificial platform and Indra on the sacrificial barrow, and there is nigh Atharvan ever ready to guard.

The sacrifice has gone to heaven, to gods, may riches thence come to me. The sacrifice has gone to men, to clouds, may riches thence come to me. To fathers, to earth, the sacrifice has gone, may riches thence come to me! Whatever sphere the sacrifice reaches, may bliss come thence to me.

May the four and thirty threads of the sacrifice made up of the eight Vasus, eleven Rudras, twelve Adityas, Indra, Prajapati and Nature, establish this our yajna with Svadha. I unify together of these that is broken. Svaha! May this sacrifice reach all the gods!

The fruit of sacrifice has spread far and wide. It has extended in eight directions in the sky. O sacrifice, pour down on my offspring abundant wealth and prosperity. May I attain the full span of life through righteous conduct.

O Soma, grant us gold, steeds and heroes. Svaha! Make us rich in kine, corn and knowledge.