1
Bright and active they have come, swift as bulls, driving dark-skinned foes far.
2
We think on the bridge of joy, leaving the bridge of sorrow behind.
3
The mighty Pavamana roars, like rain, lightning flashes to the sky.
4
Pour out abundant food on us, O Wealth, in cattle, gold, horses, and spoils.
5
May you flow on, Most Active, fill the mighty heavens and earth, as Dawn and Surya do.
6
Flow round us, O Soma, with your protective stream, like Rasa that circles the world.