O gods, no strait so narrow nor way so hard may touch that soul whom Aryaman, Mitra, and Varuna, in one mind, do lead—beyond all hatreds.

For this we choose, O Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman— the path whereby ye draw the mortal forth from peril’s grasp and guide him—beyond all hatreds.

Now are they nigh to help—Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman— none better at leading, nor in deliverance more sure—beyond all hatreds.

Ye shield each soul on every side—Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman.
May we find welcome under thy kindly roof, O ye of true counsel—beyond all hatreds.

The Sons of Aditi bear us past all faltering—Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman.
We call on mighty Rudra with the wind-born Maruts, on Indra and Agni, for our well-being—beyond all hatreds.

Ye are our leaders o’er the deep—Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman— past all dread crossings, kings of the stilled lands—beyond all hatreds.

Let blessing flow from thee to uphold us—Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman— and give us broad shelter, ye Sons of Aditi, when we cry out—beyond all hatreds.

As once ye loosed the buffalo-cow whose foot was bound, ye worthy ones of the holy gift, so now unbind our bonds. Let our span of days be stretched, O Agni.