By your high Law, order is established there where Sūrya's horses run free. Ten hundred stood together: there I saw the most marvelous Deity's one chief glory.
This, Mitra-Varuṇa, is your special greatness: floods that stood there were attracted by the days. You cause all the voices of the cowpen to flow: your single chariot has rolled hither.
You, Mitra-Varuṇa, both Kings, have firmly established the earth and the sky. You caused the cows to flow, the plants to flourish, and with swift drops sent down the rain.
May your well-harnessed horses carry you hither: may they come with reins drawn tight. A covering cloud of sacred oil attends you, and your streams flow to us from days gone by.
To make the light wider and more famous, guarding the sacred grass with reverence, You, Mitra-Varuṇa, firm, strong, awe-inspiring, sit on a throne amidst offerings.
With hands that shed no blood, guarding the pious, whom, Varuṇa, you save amid offerings. You two, together, Kings of willing spirits, uphold dominion based on thousands of pillars.
Adorned with gold, its columns are made of iron. In heaven it shines like a whip for horses; Or established on a field deep-spoiled and fertile. May we share the meal that fills your chariot seat.
You mount your chariot gold-hued at dawn, and iron-pillared as the Sun sets, And from that place, O Varuṇa and Mitra, behold infinity and limitation.
Bountiful guardians of the world! The shelter that is impenetrable, strongest, flawless, Help us with that, O Varuṇa and Mitra, and when we long to win, may we be victorious.