I think on Vāyu's and Savitar's holy rites, ye twain who penetrate
and guard the living world:
Ye who have come to be this All's pervaders, deliver us, ye two
from grief and trouble.
Ye who have counted up the earth's expanses, and in the sky
smoothed out the air's mid-region,
Whose going-forth hath ne'er been reached by any, deliver us,
ye two, from grief and trouble.
Beauteously bright! men rest in thy dominion when thou hast
risen up and hastened onward.
Ye, Vāyu, Savitar, preserve all creatures. Deliver us, ye, twain,
from grief and trouble.
Hence, Vāyu, Savitar drive evil action, chase Simidā away, drive
off the demons.
Ye give us store of energy and power. Deliver us, ye twain,
from grief and trouble.
Of their own selves let Savitar and Vāyu send favourable strength
and wealth and plenty.
Here give us perfect freedom from consumption. Deliver us, ye
twain, from grief and trouble.
Ye, Savitar and Vāyu, to assist us, enjoy the hymn and the
delightful cheerer.
Come hither downward from the stream of blessing. Deliver us,
ye twain, from grief and trouble.
Like noblest benisons they have stayed in the God loving man's
abode.
I glorify bright Savitar and Vāyu. Deliver us, ye twain, from
grief and trouble.
