Prayers

  Rishya srungaya   munaye, vibhandaka    suthaya cha, Nama    saanthathipathaye sadhya    sad vrushti     hethave Oh Sage Rishya    Sringa son of    of Vibhandaka, Salutations   to the husband of Santha, and who was the cause of immediate   good rain Vibhandaka sutha, Srimaan Santhaapathi akalmasha, Rishya     srunga ithi khyaatha, maha varsha   prayachathu Oh Son   of Vibhandaka,   oh stainless husband of Santha, Who is famous as   Rishya sringa(The peak   of sages), please make    great rain fall

Burst open, Prithvi, and cleave asunder this celestial cloud. Untie, O Dhātar—for thou canst—the bottle of the breast of heaven.   Let not the Sun's heat burn, nor cold destroy her. Let Earth with all her quickening drops burst open.Even for her the waters flow, and fatness: where Soma is even there is bliss for ever.