a O Vayu, drinker of the pure, come to us;

A thousand are thy teams, O thou that hast all choice boons;

For thee the sweet drink has been drawn,

Whereof, O God, thou hast the first drink.

b For intent thee, for desire thee, for prosperity thee; Kikkita thy mind! to the Creator hail! Kikkita thy breath, to Vayu hail! Kikkita thy eye, to the Light-giver hail! Kikkita thy ear, to sky and earth hail! Kikkita thy speech, to Sarasvati hail!

c Thou, the fourth, art the barren, the eager one,

Since once in thought the embryo has entered thy womb;

Do thou, the barren, go eagerly to God,

Be the desires of the sacrificer fulfilled.

d Thou art the goat, resting on wealth, sit on the earth, mount aloft on the atmosphere, in the sky be thy great radiance.

e Stretching the thread of the atmosphere do thou pursue the light;

Guard the paths of light made by prayer.

f Weave ye without a flaw the work of the singers;

Become Manu; produce thou the host of the righteous.

g Thou art the offering of mind, the colour of the Creator, may we share thy limbs.