1 This here is Soma, Thy provision, ne'er restrained, active, all-conquering, bursting forth,

Rsi and Sage by sapience,

2 All that is bare He covers o'er, all that is sick He medicines;

The blind man sees, the cripple walks.

3 Thou, O Lord, givest wide defence against the hate of alien men,

Hatreds that waste and weaken us.

4 Thou by Thine insight and Thy skill, Impetuous One, from heaven and earth

Drivest the sinner's enmity.

5 When to their task they come with zeal, may they obtain the Giver's grace,

And satisfy his wish who thirsts.

6 So may he find what erst was lost, so may he speed the pious man,

And lengthen his remaining life.

7 Gracious, displaying tender love, unconquered, gentle in Thy thoughts,

Be sweet, O Lord, to our heart.

8 O Lord, terrify us not; strike us not with alarm, O King:

Wound not our heart with dazzling flame.

9 When in my dwelling-place I see the wicked enemies of the righteous,

King, chase their hatred far away, Thou Bounteous One, dispel our foes.