We praise Savitṛ, the golden-handed god, who beareth the sun across the sky.
Thou impeller of all things, thou bringer of the dawn most bright!
The whole world waketh at thy coming; all creatures stir and come alive.
The birds do sing; the beasts do rise; the flowers open to thy light.

Savitṛ, thou art the source of all the motion in the world.
By thy power do the waters flow; the wind doth blow; the light doth shine.
Thou impellest the sun upon his journey through the vault of heaven.
Thou drivest forward all the stars; thou makest day to follow night.

In thy golden hands thou holdest all the worlds, and all the creatures in them.
Thou bintest fast the heaven and earth with cords invisible and sure.
The cosmic order—ṛta—floweth forth from thee, the eternal impeller.
Without thy strength, all would lie still; all would be frozen in the dark.

When Savitṛ doth rise at dawn, the world is born anew each day.
The man who sleepeth waketh up; the mother nurses her newborn babe.
The farmer goeth to his field; the merchant openeth his shop.
All life doth stir and move because Savitṛ hath given them the impetus.

Thine hands are golden, bright and fair; thy light is warm upon the earth.
Thou art the giver of all growth; thou art the granter of all blessing.
The crops do grow because of thee; the cattle thrive upon thy rays.
Savitṛ, thou art the life-force of the cosmos, the eternal stirrer.

At eventide, when Savitṛ doth rest, the world grows dark and still.
The creatures sleep; the night doth fall; peace cometh to the weary world.
But when the dawn doth come again, thou risest up with golden light.
Accept our praise, O Savitṛ, and bless us all our days.