Let all the misty regions fly together, let all the rain-clouds sped
by wind, assemble.
Let waters satisfy the earth, the voices of the great mist-enve-
loped Bull who roareth.
Let them show forth, the strong, the bounteous Maruts: let
plants and shrubs be hung with drops of moisture.
Let floods of rain refresh the ground with gladness and herbs
spring various with each form and colour.
Cause us who sing to see the gathering vapours: out burst in
many a place the rush of waters!
Let floods of rain refresh the ground with gladness; and herbs
spring various with each form and colour.
Apart, Parjanya! let the troops of Maruts, roaring, swell the
song.
Let pouring torrents of the rain that raineth rain upon the
earth.
5. Up from the sea lift your dread might, ye Maruts: as light and
splendour, send the vapour upward!
Let waters satisfy the earth, the voices of the great mist-enve-
loped Bull who roareth.
Roar, thunder, set the sea in agitation, bedew the ground with
thy sweet rain, Parjanya!
Send plenteous showers on him who seeketh shelter, and let the
owner of lean kine go homeward.
Let the boon Maruts, let the springs and coiling serpents tend!
you well.
Urged by the Maruts let the clouds pour down their rain upon.
the earth.
Let lightning flash on every side: from all the regions blow the
winds!
Urged by the Maruts let the clouds pour down their rain upon
the earth.
May waters, lightning, cloud, and rain, boon springs and serpents
tend you well.
Urged by the Maruts let the clouds pour down their rain upon
the earth.
May he who hath become the plants' high regent, suiting our
bodies, Agni of the Waters,
May Jātavedas send us rain from heaven, Amrit and vital breath
to earthly creatures.
Sending up waters from the flood and ocean Prajapati move the
sea to agitation!
Forth flow the moisture of the vigorous stallion!
With this thy roar of thunder come thou hither,
Our father, Lord divine pouring the torrents. Let the streams
breathe, O Varuna, of the waters.
Pour the floods down: along the brooks and channels let frogs
with speckled arms send out their voices.
They who lay quiet for a year, the Brāhmans who fulfil their
vows.
The frogs, have lifted up their voice, the voice Parjanya hath.
inspired.
Speak forth a welcome, female frog! Do thou O frog, accost
the rain.
Stretch thy four feet apart, and swim in the middle of the lake.
Khanvakhā, ho! Khaimakhā, ho! thou in the middle, Taduri!
Fathers, enjoy the rain from one who strives to win the Marutes
heart.
Lift up the mighty cask and pour down water; let the wind
blow, and lightnings flash around us.
Let sacrifice be paid, and, widely scattered, let herbs and plants
be full of joy and gladness.
