Vāyu, may your swift horses bring you quickly to this feast to drink the first Soma juice, the first draught. May our joyful hymn, discerning well, uplifted, please your mind. Come with your drawn chariot, O Vāyu, to the sacrifice, come to the offering.
May the joy-bringing drops, O Vāyu, please you, effective, well prepared, directed to the heavens, strong, blended with milk and seeking heaven; That which aids, effective to fulfill, may attend our skilled power. Associate teams come hitherward to grant our prayers; they shall address the hymns we sing.
Vāyu yokes two red horses, Vāyu two purple horses, swift-footed, to the chariot, to the pole to draw, most able, at the pole, to draw. Awaken intelligence, as when a lover awakens his sleeping love. Illuminate heaven and earth, make the Dawns shine, for glory make the Dawns shine.
For you the radiant Dawns in the distant sky spread their lovely garments with wondrous beams, bright-colored in their newborn beams. For you the nectar-producing cow pours all rich treasures forth as milk. The Marut host you have born from the womb, the Maruts from the womb of heaven.
For you the pure bright quickly flowing Soma drops, strong in their uplifting power, hurry to mix themselves, hurry to the water to be mixed. To you the weary coward prays for luck to go swiftly. You protect us from every world, yes, from the highest world of gods.
You, Vāyu, who have no one before you, first to drink these Soma offerings, have the right to drink the juice poured out, Yes, poured by all invoking tribes that free themselves from the stain of sin, For you all cows are milked to yield the Soma milk, to yield the butter and the milk.