Homage be to the eye of Mitra and of Varuna.
Let this true song be rightly sung in the god’s great honor.
To Him who is seen from afar, the sign set by the gods, Heaven’s own son—to the Sun—lift up thy voice.

Let this word of truth be my safeguard on all sides, where’er Heaven and Earth stretch forth, and the days unfold.

For all else that stirreth cometh to rest— but the waters flow ever on, and the Sun riseth ever anew.

No godless soul would dare contend with thee at morning, when thou guidest thy car drawn by wingèd steeds.

Thy one wheel rolleth through the shadowed sky eastward; with the other—of light—thou mountest, O Sun, ever upward.

The beam by which thou drivest off the dark, O Sun, the gleam by which thou wakest all that moveth— with that same light cast off from us all hunger, all want of offering, all sickness, all ill dreams.

For when thou art sent forth, thou guardest the law for all, and in peace thou risest, unvexed, in thy wonted course.

And now, when we lift our call to thee, O Sun, may the gods incline their hearts toward our plea.

Let Heaven and Earth give ear unto this call of ours, let Waters hear, and Indra, and the Maruts in their strength.

Let us not be denied the sight of thy face.
Long in joy may we live, and reach to hoary age.

Ever may we, with sound minds, with seeing eyes, abundant in children, free of ache and shame, behold thee rising each day anew,
O Sun, whose strength is as Mitra’s own.

Upon thee, wide-seer, light-bringer, joy of every gaze, who ascendest from the heights of heaven— may we, still living, lift our eyes.
May we behold thee, O Sun, and rejoice.

At thy sign, all creatures stir and rest; by night they sleep, by day they go forth again.

For our righteousness’ sake, O golden-haired Sun, arise upon us with ever brighter grace.

Bring us thy blessing with thy gaze; by day be our luck, and with thy shining bring us good fortune.

In the chill and the heat, be our blessing.
Let there be luck abroad, and luck at hearth.
Establish for us this wealth of brightness, O Sun.

To our kin, O ye gods—both two-footed and four— stretch forth your sheltering hand.

Let us eat and drink, draw life and be full— grant us good fate and faultless days.

And whate’er we have done amiss, O gods, by word or wandering mind, whatever grave wrong hath stirred your wrath— let it fall not upon us, but upon the stingy bringer of ill.

Lay ye that weight on him, O ye good and mighty ones.