O Ṛtu, thou lord of the sacred seasons! Thou art he who orderest the course of the year. Spring cometh at thy command; summer followeth in its turn. Autumn and winter do obey thy will. O Ṛtu, all the seasons bow before thee.

The spring doth bring the flowers and the rains. The fields do grow green with new growth. The beasts do bear their young; the birds do build their nests. O Ṛtu, through the spring thou dost grant new life unto all things.

The summer doth bring the heat and the plenty. The sun doth shine with mighty power. The crops do grow tall and strong. The waters flow in abundance. O Ṛtu, through the summer thou dost bring increase unto all the world.

The autumn doth bring the harvest. The fields do yield their treasure unto the farmer. The granaries are filled; the barns are full. O Ṛtu, through the autumn thou dost reward the labors of the faithful.

The winter doth bring the rest and the renewal. The earth doth sleep beneath the snow. The heart doth turn inward and doth reflect upon all that hath passed. O Ṛtu, through the winter thou dost grant peace and restoration.

O Ṛtu, at the time of the great rite the sacrifice is performed. The priest doth measure the seasons; the singer doth mark the turning year. This offering we make unto thee that thou mayest guide the seasons well. Grant us a year of plenty; grant us peace in all the seasons.