May he who cleanses your guilt, who was invoked by the hymn, who mounts the radiant womb of the sky — may Indra, great in fame, Soma, and the steeds of the sacrifice, grant you abundant life, strength and might.

Giver of food, whom the kine praise, you mount, bright-shining, your station fashioned by golden-hands; you, Soma, the health of the worshippers, increasing (their) abundant food flow for Indra, the showerer (of benefits), the giver of exhilaration.

Thou, powerful Soma, thou to whom the cows have -lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine iron-fashioned home. Thou, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flowest for Indra as his might to gladdening drink.