Since ye Waters are pure refreshment, ordain us then to be well-fed and to behold great gladness.

Your most kindly sap—grant us our share of it here, as eager mothers give suck unto their babes.

Let us, as children of your flow, grow fit for him in whose still house ye stir and bring forth life.

Beget us anew, O Waters.

Let the goddesses of the stream bring us favor to thrive, let them grant us draughts of good and life.

Ye who are keepers of treasure and rule o’er steadfast lands, to you, O Waters, I raise my prayer for a healing draught.

“For in the waters,” spake Soma unto me, “lie all the cures of hurt, and Agni, who bringeth weal to all.”

O Waters, pour forth full healing and shielding for my flesh, that mine eyes may behold the sun long upon the earth.

O Waters, bear away from me this day all ill and unrest— whether I have lied or spoken curse, or strayed from truth.

O Waters, I have walked with you this day.
We are joined with your sap.
Full of milk, O Agni, draw nigh—
let thy brightness melt into me.