At the seat of Vivasvant shall the bard declare thy highest worth, O waters, for ye strode forth in threefold march, seven at each step;

Sindhu strode forth with might beyond the other streaming ones.

Varuna hewed thy paths with his own hand, that thou, O Sindhu, might seek thy prize.
Thou goest along a slope upon earth’s broad back, guiding the foremost band of all that moveth.

Thy sound is set in heaven, high above the earth; unendingly thou sendest forth thy snorting breath with blaze of light.

Thy rains do thunder like the stormcloud’s tears, when thou goest roaring like a bull that never ceaseth.

To thee, O Sindhu, as mothers unto their babes, as kine hastening to give milk, they rush with cry and bellow.

Thou leadest them as a war-lord leads the wings of his host, when thou seekest the front of these sloping streams.

Here stand Gaṅgā, Yamunā, Sarasvatī—
give ear to this my song, O Śutudrī, Paruṣṇī, and thou, Asiknī; with Marudvr̥dhā, and Vitastā,

O Ārjīkīyā, hearken thou with Suṣomā.

Thou beginnest thy way with Tr̥ṣṭāmā, then with Susartū and Rasā, and this fair Śvetyā; thou, O Sindhu, comest joined with Kubhā to Gomatī, with Mehatnū to Krumu, all on one chariot borne, hastening swift.

Straight is thy course, and mottled thy hue; in thy greatness thou holdest in thy arms the far-flung fields and shadowed bounds— thou art the unbeguiled Sindhu, most bustling of the bustling, spotted and shining like a mare, fair as a lovely maid to behold.

Sindhu hath fair steeds, fair cars, fair raiment; she is golden, well-shaped, and full of prize-winning mares; the maiden is rich in fleece, and in sīlamā; and the well-measured one putteth on her growth of sweetness.

Sindhu hath yoked her own fair-wheeled, horse-drawn chariot; with it shall she take the prize in this great strife.

So vast her greatness, it draweth all eyes— unbeguiled, self-born in glory, and giver of wealth.