Praise be unto the rivers! O goddesses of the flowing waters! O ye who do travel from the highest mountains to the lowland plains!

The Sutlej doth flow swiftly; the Chenab doth wind its way; the Ravi doth carry the blessings of the sky. Each river hath its own character, its own power, its own beauty.

From the heavens ye do come, pure and clear. Through the mountains ye do rush, swift and strong. Across the plains ye do flow, life-giving and nourishing. And finally ye do reach the great ocean, where ye do lose your individual identity and become part of something greater.

O rivers, ye are the veins through which the blood of the gods doth flow! Ye do connect the heavens with the earth. Ye do bring the blessing of the sky down to those who dwell upon the land.

We do bathe in your waters; we do drink of your flow; we do perform our sacred rites upon your banks. Every drop of water that falls upon our heads is a blessing. Every moment that we spend in your presence is holy.

Accept our gratitude, O rivers! Accept our worship! Accept our offerings! And flow forever, carrying the blessing of the gods to all who dwell upon the land!