Sing these hymns to welcome the Mighty One, with adoration and praise invoke Parjanya. The Bull, roaring loudly, swiftly sends his bounty, sowing seeds in plants for growth.
He strikes apart the trees, he slays the demons; all life fears him who wields the mighty weapon. From him, exceeding strong, even the innocent bear guilt, when thundering Parjanya strikes the wicked.
Like a coachman driving his horses, he makes the rain messengers spring forward. Far off roars the lion's roar, as Parjanya fills the sky with rain clouds.
Winds burst forth, lightning flashes fall; plants shoot up, the realm of light flows. Abundant food sprouts for all living beings, as Parjanya moistens the earth.
You to whom the earth bows low, at your command the hooved cattle flee in fear. You to whom plants assume all colors, even you Parjanya, grant us great protection.
Send down the heaven rain for us, O Maruts, and let the Stallion's flood descend in torrents. Come here with thunder as you pour the waters down, our heavenly Lord and Father.
Thunder and roar: deposit the life germ. Fly around us on your water-laden chariot. Draw with you the open water-skin downward, and make the hollows and heights level.
Lift up the mighty vessel, pour down water, and let the free-flowing streams rush forward. Saturate both earth and sky with abundance, and for the cows have abundant drink.
When you, with thunder and roar, Parjanya, strike down sinners, This universe rejoices, indeed all that is on earth.
You have poured down the rain-flood now withhold it. You have made deserts fit for travel. You have made herbs grow for our enjoyment: indeed you have earned praise from living beings.