O Wind’s chariot, its might and splendor! It roars and shakes with a thunderous sound.
It colors the lands and touches the heavens, and as it moves, it stirs the dust of the earth.
Along the Wind’s tracks, they hurry along, they gather to him like ladies at a gathering.
Borne by his chariot with them as his attendants, the God swiftly travels, the ruler of the universe.
Travelling on the air’s middle path, no single day does he rest or sleep.
Holy and firstborn, friend of the waters, where did he spring and from what region did he come?
Germ of the world, the vital spirit of the Deities, this God moves ever as his will directs him.
His voice is heard, his form is ever unseen. Adore this Wind with our offering.