He with the long, loose hair supports Agni, and moisture, heaven, and earth: He is all sky to look upon; he with long hair is called this light.
The Munis, wrapped in the wind, wear yellow-hued garments. They, following the wind’s swift course, go where the Gods have gone before.
Transported with our Munihood, we have pressed on into the winds: You therefore, mortal men, behold our natural bodies and no more.
The Muni, joined in the holy work of every God, Looks upon all varied forms and flies through the region of the air.
The Steed of Vāta, Vāyu’s friend, the Muni, driven by the Gods, Has his home in both the oceans, in eastern and western seas.
Treading the path of sylvan beasts, Gandharvas, and Apsarases, He with long locks, who knows the wish, is a sweet, delightful friend.
Vāyu has churned for him; for him he pounds the hardest things to bend, When he with long loose locks drinks, with Rudra, water from the cup.