Hail, O Vāyu! Thou whom we honor with our praises! Thou who art swift and mighty and terrible! The clouds flee before thee; the thunder follows in thy wake. When thou dost stir thyself, all the world trembles.

The offering is prepared, O wind-god! The soma hath been pressed; the butter hath been poured. Come now and join the feast! Sit with the other gods and rejoice in our devotion! Thou who hast journeyed through countless ages, thou who hast witnessed the rising and setting of a thousand suns—come and accept our humble gift!

We mortals do depend upon thee, O Vāyu. Thou bringest the rain that falleth upon our fields; thou stir'st the fire that warmeth our homes; thou dost carry the very breath that keepeth us alive. Without thee, we would surely perish.

Grant us thy blessing, O swift one! Make our herds fertile; make our fields flourish; make our enemies weak! Come with the freshness of the dawn and the coolness of the evening! Dispel the heat of the day; drive away the chill of the night! Be our companion on our journeys; be our protector in our struggles!

Hear us, O Vāyu! Let thy speed carry our prayers to the heavens! Let thy power bring about what we desire! Let thy blessing rest upon us always!