Thoughts proceed together like born ones, like offspring released. Sustain for us the rite, O Soma; bear it as spoons carry the oblation—observe it and protect our sacrifice.

Our praises converge (Soma) towards you, as herds towards a well; establish our pious acts, Soma,for us to live (long), as (the priest sets up) the cups for your exhilaration; for you are mighty.

Our songs in concert go to thee as streams of water to the wells. Soma, that we may live, grant-at your glad carouse-full powers of mind, like beakers. Thou art waxing great.