2Varuna cut the channels for thy forward course, O Sindhu, when thou rannest on to win the race. Thou speedest o'er precipitous ridges of the earth, when thou art Lord and Leader of these moving floods.

3His roar is lifted up to heaven above the earth: he puts forth endless vigour with a flash of light. Like floods of rain that fall− in thunder from the cloud, so Sindhu rushes on bellowing like a bull.

4Like mothers to their calves, like milch kine with their milk, so, Sindhu, unto thee the roaring rivers run. Thou leadest as a warrior king thine army's wings what time thou comest in the van of these swift streams .

5Favour ye this my laud, O Ganga, Yamuna, O Sutudri, Parusni and Sarasvati: With Asikni, Vitasta, O Marudvrdha, O Arjikiya with Susoma hear my call.

6First with Trstama thou art eager to flow forth, with Rasa, and Susartu, and with Svetya here, With Kubha; and with these, Sindhu and Mehatnu, thou seekest in thy course Krumu and Gomati.

7Flashing and whitely−gleaming in her mightiness, she moves along her ample volumes through the real ms, Most active of the active, Sindhu unrestrained, like to a dappled mare, beautiful, fair to see.

8Rich in good steeds is Sindhu, rich in cars and robes, rich in gold, nobly−fashioned, rich in ample wealt h. Blest Silamavati and young Urnavati invest themselves with raiment rich in store of sweets.

9Sindhu hath yoked her car, light−rolling, drawn by steeds, and with that car shall she win booty in this fight. So have I praised its power, mighty and unrestrained, of independent glory, roaring as it runs.