O Vāyu! Thou mighty wind-god, thou who movest all! Behold: this soma hath been pressed. The cup is filled for thee alone. Come first, O wind! Thou shalt drink before the others. Thou art swift and thy thirst is great.

Invisible thou ridest through the heavens. No eye hath seen thy form, yet all things know thy presence. The leaves tremble before thee. The waters bend to thy will. The very air is thy substance. O Vāyu, thou art everywhere and nowhere. Thou art the breath of existence itself.

The birds obey thy command. The clouds scatter at thy passing. The earth itself bows before thy power. Yet gentle art thou also—thou bringest the rain when the fields are dry. Thou coolest us in the heat of summer. Thou carriest the pollen upon thy wings, and all life depends upon thy motion.

First thou dost drink the sacred soma! First thy lips touch the holy draught! The other gods wait upon thy pleasure. Thou art the eldest, O Vāyu. Thou art the mightiest. From thee all movement springs. In thee all things find their course.

Accept this offering, O wind-god! Accept the praise of mortal men! Swift thou art, and invisible, and everywhere at once. Let thy favor fall upon this land. Let thy breath carry blessings to every creature. O Vāyu, accept the soma! Thou art first among the gods!