O Vayu, drinker of the pure, come to us;
A thousand are thy teams, O thou that hast all choice boons.
For thee this sweet drink hath been drawn,
Whereof, O god, thou hast the first drink.
Thou art taken with a support; to Vayu thee!
O Indra and Vayu, these draughts are ready;
Come ye for the libations,
For the drops desire you.
Thou art taken with a support; to Indra and Vayu thee! This is
thy birthplace; to the comrades thee!
