O Sun, when thou art risen today, sinless and truthful, to Varuṇa and Mitra speak, O Aditi, may all the Deities love us, and thou, O Aryaman, while we sing.
Looking upon men, O Varuṇa and Mitra, this Sun rises along both paths, Guardian of all things fixed, of all that moves, seeing good and evil deeds of mortals.
He harnesses the Seven Golden Horses who, dripping oil and fat, carry Sūrya. To you, Varuṇa and Mitra, he surveys the worlds and living beings like a herdsman.
Your horses rich in sweet stores have mounted; to the bright ocean Sūrya has ascended, For whom the Ādityas prepare his path, Aryaman, Mitra, Varuṇa, in harmony.
For these, Aryaman, Varuṇa, and Mitra, are punishers of all deceit and falsehood. These, Aditi’s sons, invincible and mighty, have grown in the home of eternal law.
These, Mitra, Varuṇa, none can deceive, with great power they awaken even the fool to wisdom, And, waking, moreover, thoughtful insight, lead it by easy paths over grief and trouble.
Ever vigilant, with eyes that never close, caring for heaven and earth, lead on the thoughtless. Even in the riverbed there is a shallow. Across this broad expanse may they guide us.
When Aditi and Varuṇa and Mitra, like guardians, grant Sudās their friendly shelter, Granting him sons and lineal succession, let us not, bold ones, anger the Gods.
May he purify the altar with offerings, free from stains of Varuṇa’s reviler. Aryaman save us, those who hate us; give room and freedom to Sudās, ye Mighty.
Hid from our sight is their radiant meeting: by their mysterious might they hold dominion. Heroes! We cry, trembling in fear before you, under your vast power, have mercy.
He who wins favor through worship, to gain strength and highest wealth, That good man’s heart the Mighty Ones follow: they bring comfort to his spacious home.
This priestly task, Gods! Varuṇa and Mitra! has been performed for you at sacrifices.