1 This stream Sarasvati with fostering current comes forth, our sure defence, our fort of iron.

As on a car, the flood flows on, surpassing in majesty and might all other waters.

2 Pure in her course from mountains to the ocean, alone of streams she hath listened.

Thinking of wealth and the great world of creatures, she poured for Nahusa her milk and fatness.

4 May this stream be a blessing and give ear to our worship, auspicious,

When we with reverence, on our knees, implore God for her bounty, close-knit to wealth, most kind to those He loveth.

5 These offerings have ye made with adoration: say this, and accept our praises;

And, placing us under Thy dear protection, may we approach Thee, as a tree, for shelter.

6 For Thee, O Blest, Vasistha hath here unbarred the doors of sacred Order.

Wax, Bright One, and give strength to him who lauds Thee. Preserve us evermore with blessings.