O Mitra, god of friendship true! O lord of bonds and sacred oath! Thy presence filleth all the world; thy word doth hold the cosmos fast. The sun doth ride across the sky because of thee, O Mitra dear. The mortals keep their solemn vows; the kingdoms stand in ordered peace.

Thou art the friend of every man; thou dwellest in each faithful heart. The one who keeps his word with thee shall never know the shame of blame. The oath-breaker who violates the sacred bond shall fall to dust. But he who honoureth the pact shall prosper all his days on earth.

O Mitra, thou and Varuṇa do rule the cosmos hand in hand. One gentle, one of sterner mien, yet both do serve the cosmic good. Together ye do hold the sky; together ye do bind the earth. Together ye do guard the truth; together ye do punish lies.

The friendship that thou grantest, lord, is sweeter far than honey's taste. The mortal bound in bonds of trust with Mitra shall not know despair. His enemies shall turn to flight; his foes shall scatter in the wind. His children shall grow tall and strong; his herds shall multiply and thrive.

The oath-taker who calls on thee doth speak with power and with might. His word doth carry weight and worth; his promise shall not fail nor break. The contract sealed by Mitra's name shall stand through ages yet unborn. The covenant of faithful hearts shall echo down through all of time.

O Mitra, hear our prayer today! We gather here with hearts sincere. Accept this hymn, this soma-gift; grant us thy favour and thy grace. Let peace prevail within our home; let truth prevail in all our deeds. For ever let thy name be blessed; for ever let thy glory shine.