O Vāyu, thou wind-god, swiftest of all the divine ones! None can keep pace with thee; none can match thy speed. Thou rushest through the heavens like an eagle in pursuit of its prey. Thou dost reach the ends of the earth before any other god hath even begun his journey.

We offer thee the soma, O mighty Vāyu! Thou art the first to taste it; thou art the first to drink of its sweetness. When the pressing-stones do ring out, when the sacred juice doth flow into the vessel, it is thou who comest first to partake.

Thou art the breath of all living things. The creatures of the field breathe thy essence; the birds of the air fly upon thy currents; the fish of the water swim in the currents that thou dost create. Even we mortals cannot live without thee, O swift one!

Thou art the messenger of the gods. Thou carriest their words from place to place; thou beareth their blessings upon thy wings. When Indra hath need to send word of his victories, it is thou who spreadeth the news across all the lands. When Agni wisheth to scatter the sparks of his fire, it is thou who carriést them.

Thou art powerful, yet thou art invisible. We cannot see thee, yet we see the effects of thy passing. The tree bendeth before thee; the dust riseth in a cloud at thy coming; the waters do ripple and dance. Thou art mightier than any mountain, mightier than any king, yet we cannot capture thee in our hands.

Come, O wind-god! Accept our offering! Let thy blessings descend upon us! Make us swift like thee; make us strong like thee; make us mighty like thee! And carry our prayers upward to the heaven where the gods do dwell!