HERE present this Immortal Deva flies, like a bird upon her wings, to settle in the vats of wood.

This Deva, made ready with the hymn, runs swiftly through the winding ways he flows.

This Deva while flowing is adorned by men Devout and skilled in holy songs.

He as he flows along is fain to win all precious boons.

This Deva, as he is flowing on, speeds like a car and gives his gifts. He lets his voice be heard of all

Praised by the sacred bards, this Deva dives into waters, and bestows gifts upon the worshipper.

Away he rushes with his stream, across the regions into Heaven, and roars as he is flowing on.

While flowing, meet for offering, he hath gone up to Heaven across the regions, irresistible.

After the way of ancient time, this Deva, pressed out flows tawny to the straining-cloth.

This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at his birth engendering strength flows onward in a stream.