With swift spirit, priest, hasten to the celestial Waters, Where Varuṇa and Mitra feast. To him who spreads this praise, I offer.
Adhvaryus, ready with your offerings, come with longing to the longing Waters, Where the purple-tinted Eagle looks down. Pour this flowing wave today, skillful hands.
Go to the reservoir, O Adhvaryus, worship the Waters' child with your offerings. Now he will give you a consecrated wave, rich in sweetness, as you press the Soma.
He who shines in floods, unfed by fuel, whom sages worship at their sacrifices: Give waters rich in sweets, Child of the Waters, that gave heroic might to Indra: Those in which Soma joy and delight, as a young man with fair and pleasant damsels.
Go thou unto those Waters, O Adhvaryu, and purify with herbs what thou infusest.
Maidens bow before the youthful gallant who comes with love to them who yearn to meet him. In hearts accordant and in wishes one-minded are the Adhvaryus and the heavenly Waters.
He who made room for you when fast imprisoned, who freed you from the mighty imprecation— Even to that Indra send the meath-rich current, the wave that gratifies the Gods, O Waters.
Send forth to him the meath-rich wave, O Rivers, which is your offspring and a well of sweetness, Oil-balmed, to be implored at sacrifices. Ye wealthy Waters, hear mine invocation.
Send forth the rapture-giving wave, O Rivers, which Indra drinks, which sets the Twain in motion; The well that springs from the clouds, desirous, that wanders triple-formed, distilling transport.
These winding Streams which with their double current, like cattle-raiders, seek the lower pastures— Waters which dwell together, thrive together, Queens, Mothers of the world, these, Ṛṣi, honour.
Send forth our sacrifice with holy worship, send forth the hymn and prayer for gain of riches. For need of sacrifice, disclose the udder. Give gracious hearing to our call, O Waters.
For, wealthy Waters, ye control all treasures: ye bring auspicious intellect and Amṛta. Ye are the Queens of independent riches Sarasvatī