SOMA and Pūṣan, Parents of all riches, Parents of Earth and Parents of high Heaven, You Twain, brought forth as the whole world's protectorss have made centre of life eternal.

At birth of these two Devas all Devas are joyful: they have caused darkness, which we hate, to vanish.

With these, with Soma and with Pūṣan, india generates ripe warm milk in the raw milch-cows.

Soma and Pūṣan, urge your chariot hither, the seven-wheeled car that measures out the region, that stirs not all, that moves to every quarter, five-reined and harnessed by the thought, ye Mighty.

One in the Heaven on high hath made his dwelling, on Earth and in the Firmament the other. May they disclose to us great store of treasure, much-longed for, rich in food, source of enjoyment.

One of you Twain is Parent of all creatures, the other journeys onward all-beholding. Soma and Pūṣan, aid my thought with favour: with yo. May we o’ercome in all encounters.

May Pūṣan stir our thought, the all-impelling. May Soma Lord of riches grant us riches. May Aditi the perfect Goddess aid us. Lou. May we speak, with heroes, in assembly.