I SING a lofty song, for she is mightiest, most divine of Rivers.
Sarasvatī will I exalt with hymns and praises, and, O Vasiṣṭha, Heaven and Earth.
When in the fullness of their might the Pūrus dwell, Beautiful One, on your two grassy banks, Favor us you who have the Maruts as your friends; stir up the bounty of our leaders.
May Sarasvatī bring good fortune, rich in spoils, never stingy in thought, Praised in Jamadagni’s way and lauded as Vasiṣṭha does.
We call upon Sarasvān, as unmarried men who long for wives, As generous men who yearn for sons.
Be thou our kind protector, O Sarasvān, with those waves of yours Laden with sweetness and dripping oil.
May we enjoy Sarasvān’s bosom, all-beautiful, swelling with streams, May we gain sustenance and offspring.