1 I SING a lofty song, for she is mightiest, most divine of Streams. Sarasvatī will I exalt with hymns and lauds, and, O Vasiṣṭha, Heaven and Earth.
ubhé yát te mahinā́ śubhre ándhasī adhikṣiyánti pūrávaḥ | sā́ no bodhi avitrī́ marútsakhā códa rā́dho maghónãm ||
2 When in the fulness of their strength the Pūrus dwell, Beauteous One, on thy two grassy banks, Favour us thou who hast the Maruts for thy friends: stir up the bounty of our chiefs.
3 So may Sarasvatī auspicious send good luck; she, rich in spoil, is never niggardly in thought, When praised in jamadagni's way and lauded as Vasiṣṭha lauds.
janīyánto nú ágravaḥ putrīyántaḥ sudā́navaḥ | sárasvantaṃ havāmahe ||
4 We call upon Sarasvān, as unmarried men who long for wives, As liberal men who yearn for sons.
yé te sarasva ūrmáyo mádhumanto ghr̥taścútaḥ | tébhir no avitā́ bhava ||
5 Be thou our kind protector, O Sarasvān, with those waves of thine Laden with sweets and dropping oil.