To Vadhryasva, worship her with gifts. She gave fierce Divodāsa, the debtor's destroyer. Consumer of the stingy miser, all of you, O Sarasvatī, these are your effective blessings.
With her might, like one who digs for lotus stems, she broke through the hill ridges with her strong waves. Let us invite Sarasvatī with songs and holy hymns for help, who slays the Paravatas.
You cast down, Sarasvatī, those who scorned the gods, the brood of every Brśaya skilled in magic arts. You have discovered rivers for the tribes of men, and made poison flow away from them, rich in wealth.
May the divine Sarasvatī, rich in her wealth, protect us well, Furthering all our thoughts with might.
Whoso, divine Sarasvatī, invokes you where the prize is set, Like Indra when he smites the foe.
Aid us, divine Sarasvatī, you who are strong in wealth and power, Like Pūṣan, give us opulence.
Yes, this divine Sarasvatī, terrible with her golden path, Foe-slayer, claim our praise.
Whose limitless unbroken flood, swift-moving with a rapid rush, Moves onward with a stormy roar.
She has spread us beyond all foes, beyond her sisters, Holy One, As Sūrya spreads out the days.
Yes, she most dear amid the dear stream, Seven-sistered, graciously inclined, Sarasvatī has earned our praise.
Guard us from hate, Sarasvatī, who has filled the realms of earth, And that wide tract, the firmament!
Seven-sistered, born from threefold source, the Five Tribes' prosperer, she must be Invoked in every deed of might.
Marked out by majesty among the Mighty Ones, in glory swifter than the other rapid Streams, Created vast for victory like a chariot, Sarasvatī must be extolled by every sage.
Guide us, Sarasvatī, to glorious treasure: do not refuse us your milk, nor spurn us from you. Gladly accept our friendship and obedience: let us not go from you to distant countries.