These, O Wind, who are thine, the rivers within, may they preserve thee; the floods increase by the day. The bowmen with swift shafts, the carriers and the riders. Like the rays of the Sun they are hard to control; like hands they are hard to restrain.

These your horses, excellent Vāyu, strong of limb, youthful and full of vigour, bear you through the space between heaven and earth; growing (are they) in bulk, and strong as oxen; they are not lost in the firmament, but hold on their speed, unretarded by reviling; difficult are they to be arrested as the beams of the sun; difficult are they to be arrested by force.

These Bulls of thine, O Vayu with the arm of strength, who swiftly fly within the current of thy stream, the Bulls increasing in their might, Horseless, yet even through the waste swift-moving, whom no shout can stay, Hard to be checked are they, like sunbeams, in their course. hard to be checked by both the hands.