Mitra and Varuṇa, hear us now! We call upon you as the bringers of rain and the givers of justice! The earth doth cry out for thy waters! The parched lands do lift their faces to the sky, praying that thou might'st hear us and send the rains to make them fertile again!

In the hot season, when the sun doth beat down upon the earth with unrelenting fury, all living things do suffer. The rivers shrink to mere trickles. The wells run dry. The grass withers in the fields. The animals do search desperately for water to drink. The people suffer from thirst and from hunger.

Then the monsoon winds do come! The clouds begin to gather! Thunder doth roll across the heavens! And at last, O glorious moment! The rains do fall! The earth drinketh deeply! The rivers overflow their banks! The grass springeth up green and fresh! The animals find water and good pasture! The people do rejoice!

This is thy gift to us, O mighty ones! This is the blessing that thou dost bestow upon the righteous! Rain for the fields! Justice for the oppressed! Order from chaos! Prosperity for all who do honor thee!

O Mitra and Varuṇa, we offer thee our prayers and our sacrifices! Let thy rains fall upon our lands! Let thy justice reign in our cities! Let thy cosmic order be upheld throughout all the worlds! May the waters flow! May the sun shine! May all creatures drink deeply of thy blessings!