The day is ending. Savitṛ giveth his final command. All things obey. The sun descendeth below the western mountains. The light fadeth into purple and then into darkness. The world prepareth itself for rest.

Thou utterest thy evening word, O Savitṛ, and the heavens hear it. The gods retire to their celestial homes. The demons crawl back into their hidden places. The creatures of the day take shelter. The creatures of the night emerge cautiously from the shadows.

All creatures rest at thy word. The birds settle into their nests. The beasts lie down in their lairs. The fishes cease their swimming. Even the trees seem to pause in their growth. Everything waiteth upon thy command. Nothing moveth without thy permission.

The darkness cometh, yet we are not afraid, for we know that thou wilt impel the sun to rise again. Thou dost teach us the rhythm of rest and labor. Thou dost show us that all things must yield to the great turning of the cosmos. The night is not an ending but a pause, a drawing of breath before the next day's work.

O Savitṛ! Grant us peaceful sleep. Grant us dreams of wisdom. Grant us the rest we need to toil again tomorrow. As thou commandest all creatures to rest, so command us. Let thy evening word bring us peace. O golden-handed god! Accept our praise as the day endeth. Watch over us in the darkness. Impel the sun to rise again!