Dawn and the nocturnal breezes overspread us; the waters are our mothers—stand sevenfold for men, O roaring rivers, far-spreading.

For him the dawns prolonged their rising; for Indra the nights uttered auspicious voices by night; for himthe waters, the mothers, the seven rivers, stood, offering an easy passage for men to cross over.

As, Sakra, thou with Manu called Vivasvan drankest Soma juice, As, Indra, thou didst love the hymn by Trita's side, so dost thou joy with Ayu now.