THESE hymns that drop down fatness, with the ladle I ever offer to the Kings Ādityas. May Mitra, Aryaman, and Bhaga hear us, the mighty Varuṇa Dakṣa, and Aṁśa.
With one accord may Aryaman and Mitra and Varuṇa this day accept this praise-song— Ādityas bright and pure as streams of water, free from all guile and falsehood, blameless, perfect.
These Gods, Ādityas, vast, profound, and faithful, with many eyes, fain to deceive the wicked, Looking within behold the good and evil near to the Kings is even the thing most distant.
Upholding that which moves and that which moves not, Ādityas, Gods, protectors of all being, Provident, guarding well the world of spirits, true to eternal Law, the debt-exactors.
May I, Ādityas, share this your favour which, Aryaman, brings profit e’en in danger. Under your guidance, Varuṇa and Mitra, round troubles may I pass, like rugged places.
Smooth is your path, O Aryaman and Mitra; excellent is it, Varuṇa, and thornless. Thereon, Ādityas, send us down your blessing: grant us a shelter hard to be demolished.
Mother of Kings, may Aditi transport us, by fair paths Aryaman, beyond all hatred. May we uninjured, girt by many heroes, win Varuṇa's and Mitra's high protection.
With their support they stay three earths, three heavens; three are their functions in the Gods’ assembly. Mighty through Law, Ādityas, is your greatness; fair is it, Aryaman, Varuṇa, and Mitra.
Golden and splendid, pure like streams of water, they hold aloft the three bright heavenly regions. Ne’er do they slumber, never close their eyelids, faithful, far-ruling for the righteous mortal.
Thou over all, O Varuṇa, art Sovran, be they Gods, Asura! or be they mortals. Grant unto us to see a hundred autumns ours be the blest long lives of our forefathers.
Neither the right nor left do I distinguish