HYMN XCVI. Sarasvati.

1. I SING a lofty song, for she is mightiest, most divine of Streams.

Sarasvati will I exalt with hymns and lauds, and, O Vasistha, Heaven and Earth.

2 When in the fulness of their strength the Purus 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 Sarasvati auspicious send good luck; she, rich in spoil, is never niggardly in thought,

When praised in jamadagni's way and lauded as Vasistha lauds.

4 We call upon Sarasvan, as unmarried men who long for wives,

As liberal men who yearn for sons.

5 Be thou our kind protector, O Sarasvan, with those waves of thine

Laden with sweets and dropping oil.

6 May we enjoy Sarasvan's breast, all-beautiful, that swells with streams,

May we gain food and progeny.