Wind

And you, O Wind, are our father, and our brother, and our friend — make us live.

That which yonder, O Wind, in your house has been laid up as a store of immortality — from that, grant us life.

Urged by the Wind, he who guards (creation) by his own power — he has nourished creatures and shines widely in manifold ways.

As the Wind moves, having entered all beings, so should he enter everywhere with his spies;

A king should follow the brilliant conduct of Indra, of the Sun, of the Wind, of Yama, of Varuṇa, of the Moon, of Agni, and of the Earth.