O Savitṛ! The impeller! The golden-handed god! Thou dost set all things in motion. Thy hands are bright as the sun. They grasp the reins of the cosmos and thou dost drive it forward. Nothing escapeth thy power. All motion springeth from thy will.

At dawn thou art awake. Thy hands guide the sun across the sky. The chariot of Sūrya followeth thy command. The heavens bow before thee. The earth obeyeth thee. All creatures move according to thy decree.

Thou impellest us to action. Thou givest us strength to rise and toil. Thou movest the waters. Thou setteth the winds in motion. Thou dost animate all things with thy power. Without thee, the world would be frozen in stillness.

Yet also thou art the god of turning points. When day becomes night, it is thy hand that guideth the transition. When youth becomes age, thou art there. When life becomes death, thy gentle hand conducteth the soul onward. Thou art both the force that driveth forward and the wisdom that knoweth when to rest.

O Savitṛ! We invoke thee at dawn. We call upon thee in the heat of day. We praise thee as the sun descendeth. Grant us the vigor to move forward. Grant us the wisdom to know when to push and when to yield. Let thy golden hands guide us. Let thy power animate our lives. O impeller! O golden-handed one! Accept the soma! Accept our praise!