Whate'er thy places be in earth or heaven,
Whate'er in mountains, or in plants and waters,
In all of these, well-minded, not injurious,
King Soma, our oblations meeting, take thou.
Thou, Soma, art the real lord,
Thou king and Vritra-slayer, too;
Thou art the strength that gives success.
And, Soma, let it be thy will
For us to live, nor let us die[31];
Thou lord of plants[32], who lovest praise.
Thou, Soma, bliss upon the old,
And on the young and pious man
Ability to live, bestowest.
Do thou, O Soma, on all sides
Protect us, king, from him that sins,
No harm touch friend of such as thou.
Whatever the enjoyments be
Thou hast, to help thy worshipper,
With these our benefactor be.
This sacrifice, this song, do thou,
Well-pleased, accept; come unto us;
Make for our weal, O Soma, thou.
In songs we, conversant with words,
O Soma, thee do magnify;
Be merciful and come to us.
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All saps unite in thee and all strong powers,
All virile force that overcomes detraction;
Filled full, for immortality, O Soma,
Take to thyself the highest praise in heaven.
The sacrifice shall all embrace—whatever
Places thou hast, revered with poured oblations.
Home-aider, Soma, furtherer with good heroes,
Not hurting heroes, to our houses come thou.
Soma the cow gives; Soma, the swift charger;
Soma, the hero that can much accomplish
(Useful at home, in feast, and in assembly
His father's glory)—gives, to him that worships.