1 1. Kanvas, tell forth with song the deeds of God the Mighty, the Impetuous,

Wrought in the Soma's wild delight.

2 Strong God, He overthrew Anarsani, Srbinda, Pipru, and the fiend,

Ahisuva, and loosed the floods.

2 3. Thou broughtest down the dwelling-place, the height of lofty Arbuda.

That exploit, O Lord, must be famed.

4 Bold, to Your famous Soma I call the fair-visored God for aid,

Down like a torrent from the hill.

5 Rejoicing in the Soma-gift, Hero, burst open, like a fort,

The stall of horses and of kine.

6 If my libation gladdens, if Thou takest pleasure in my laud,

Come with Thy grace from afar.

7 O Lord, Lover of the Song, the singers of Thy praise are we:

O Bestower of Soma, quicken us.

8 And, taking Thy delight with us, bring us still undiminished food:

Great is Thy wealth, O Bountiful.

9 Make Thou us rich in herds of kine, in steeds, in gold: let us exert

Our strength in gifts of charity.

10 Let us call Him to aid whose hands stretch far, to whom high laud is due.

Who worketh well to succour us.

11 He, Satakratu, even in fight acts as a Vrtra-slayer still:

He gives His worshippers much wealth.

12 May He, this Mighty One, strengthen us, Boon God who satisfies our needs,

the Mighty, with all His saving helps.

13 To Him, the mighty stream of wealth, the Soma-presser's rescuing Friend,

To God sing your song of praise;

14 Who bringeth what is great and firm, who winneth glory in His wars,

Lord of vast wealth through power and might.

15 There liveth none to check or stay His energies and gracious deeds:

None who can say, He giveth not.

16 No debt is due by scholars now, by active men who press the juice:

Well hath each Soma-gift been paid.

17 Sing ye to Him who must be praised, say lauds to Him who must be praised,

Bring prayer to Him who must be praised.

18 May He, unchecked, strong, meet for praise, bring hundreds, thousands forth to light,

God who aids the worshipper.

19 Go with Thy godly nature forth, go where the folk are calling Thee:

Accept, O Lord, the gifts we pour.

20 Accept milky gifts which are Thine own, this too which was with Tugrya once,

This is it, O Lord, that is Thine.

21 Pass by him who pours libations out in angry mood or after sin:

Here accept the gift we offer for Thy sake.

22 Over the three great distances, past the Five Peoples go Thy way,

O Lord, noticing our voice.

23 Send forth Thy ray like the sun: let my songs attract Thee hitherward,

Like waters gathering to the vale.

24 Now to the Hero fair of cheek, Adhvaryu, pour the Soma forth:

Bring of the juice that it may be offered.

25 Who cleft the water-cloud in twain, loosed rivers for their downward flow,

And set the ripe milk in the kine.

26 He, meet for praise, overthrew Vrtra, overthrew Ahisuva, Urnavabha's son,

And pierced through Arbuda with frost.

27 To Him your matchless Mighty One, unconquerable Conqueror,

Sing forth the prayer which the angels have given:

28 Who, in the wild delight of Soma juice, considers here

All holy Laws among the angels.

29 Hither let these Thy Bays who share Thy banquet, Steeds with golden manes,

Convey Thy blessings to the feast prepared.

30 Hither, O Thou whom many laud, the Bays whom Priyamedha praised,

Shall bring Thy blessings to the Soma-gift.