1 Song-lover! like a charioteer come songs to Thee when Soma flows. O Lord, they have called to Thee as mother-kine unto their calves.

2 Bright juices hitherward have sped to Thee, Lover of the Song.

Accept this flowing sap: in every house 'tis set for Thee.

3 Accept the Soma to inspirit Thee: for Thou art King and Sovereign Lord of all the families of men.

4 O Lord, hear Tirasci's call, the call of him who serveth Thee.

Satisfy him with wealth of kine and valiant offspring: Great art Thou.

5 For he, O Lord, hath produced for Thee the newest gladdening song,

A hymn that springs from careful thought, ancient, and full of sacred truth.

6 That Lord will we laud whom songs and hymns of praise have magnified.

Striving to win, we celebrate His many deeds of hero might.

7 Come now and let us glorify the Pure One with pure Sama hymns.

Let the pure milky gift delight Him strengthened by pure songs of praise.

8 O Lord, come Thou pure to us, with pure assistance, pure Thyself.

Pure, send Thou riches down to us, and, meet for Soma, pure, be glad.

9 O Lord, pure, vouchsafe us wealth, and, pure, enrich the worshipper.

Pure, Thou dost strike the Vrtras dead, and strivest, pure, to win the spoil.