We call to Vāyu, the wind-god swift, who rideth in his golden chariot.
Come thou with thy attendant hosts, the breaths that move through all the world.
Receive our offering, O wanderer of heaven, thou carrier of scent and life.
Let thy breath fall gentle upon our fields; let thy winds bear away all sickness.

Great Indra, lord of hosts, we praise—who slew the demon Vṛtra in the deep.
The waters followed in his wake; the clouds released their blessing rain.
Indra, the powerful, the strong, who drinketh from the Soma cup,
Come now and grant us strength to crush our foes; make manifest thy majesty.

The Ādityas, children of Aditi, the boundless mother of the gods,
Ye cosmic judges, keepers of the law, who uphold the very order of the world—
We bow before your sovereign might. Ye endless ones, immortal and supreme,
Grant us passage through all dangers; guard us in the night.

O Waters, sacred mothers of all life, ye flow from heaven's distant height.
The rivers hasten to the sea; the springs well up from depths unknown.
Waters, ye give the very breath to all who dwell upon this earth.
We call upon you with our hands upheld, our voices raised in prayer most pure.

O precious Waters, cleanse us of all sin; wash away the taint of evil deeds.
Your drops are honey-sweet; your flow is strength incarnate.
The birds do bathe within your depths; the fish do sport and thrive.
From you all medicine doth spring; from you all vigor flows.

Grant us, O Vāyu, Indra, Ādityas, and ye sacred Waters all,
The blessing of increase—of cattle, sons, and harvests rich and full.
Let our enemy-folk fall away; let sickness shun our dwellings.
We offer you this rite with hearts uplifted toward the eternal light.