PRESENT to Varuṇa your hymn, Vasiṣṭha, bright and delightful to the Generous Giver, Who brings prosperity upon us, the Bull, the lofty, the Holy, laden with a thousand treasures.
And now, as I approach his presence, I take the form of Varuṇa for Agni. May he bring light, the Lord of darkness, in heaven so I may behold its beauty!
When Varuṇa and I sail together and push our boat into the middle of the ocean, We, riding over the waves, shall swing within that circle and be happy there.
Varuṇa placed Vasiṣṭha in the boat, and with his night he made him a Rishi. When days shine bright, the Sage made him a singer, as the heavens widen and the Dawn grows longer.
What has become of those old friendships, when we walk together without enmity? I, Varuṇa, you glorious Lord, have entered your lofty home, your thousand-portal house.
If he, your true ally, has sinned against you, still, Varuṇa, he is the friend you loved. Let us not, Living One, know you as sinners; give shelter, as a Sage, to him who praises you.
While we dwell in these fixed abodes, and win favor from Aditi’s lap, May Varuṇa untie the bond that binds us. Preserve us evermore, O Gods, with blessings.