Let the high flame, shining bright, drink the honey of Soma, granting an unerring span of years to the master of the rite—

He who, by the wind borne, keepeth watch alone; he upholdeth the beings, he reigneth in many lands, his brightness spread far and wide.

The high flame, well-established, best at gaining the prize, true and steadfast, is set deep within the world’s frame, the strong beam beneath the roof of the skies.
Foe-breaker, hindrance-sunderer, bane of the Dasyu’s might— the light is born, that breaks proud lords, that puts down every foe.

Here shineth the fairest, the loftiest light of all lights:
the high one, called the all-conqueror, hoard-winner.
The all-blazing Sun, in his vast fire, spreadeth his wide strength—
a power not to be shaken, made plain to the eye.

As the Sun thou didst shine, flashing thy beam, ascending to the bright courts of the heavens.

Thou upholdest the worlds that stand below, thou bringest all deeds to their end, thou art keeper of all godly things.