1 Sing a lofty song, for she is mightiest, most divine of streams.

The river will I exalt with hymns and lauds, and, O Vasistha, heaven and earth.

2 When in the fulness of their strength the Purus dwell, Beauteous One, on thy two grassy banks,

Favour us thou who hast the angels for thy friends: stir up the bounty of our chiefs.

3 So may the river auspicious send good luck; she, rich in spoil, is never niggardly in thought,

When praised in Jamadagni's way and lauded as Vasistha lauds.

4 We call upon the Lord of waters, as unmarried men who long for wives,

As liberal men who yearn for sons.

5 Be Thou our kind protector, O Lord, with those waves of Thine

Laden with sweets and dropping oil.

6 May we enjoy the bounty of the stream, all-beautiful, that swells with streams,

May we gain food and progeny.