Lo, behold their golden palace! Mitra-Varuṇa sit in splendor upon thrones of imperishable light. The walls of their dwelling are wrought from the substance of heaven; the pillars are the mountains themselves. From that seat of glory, they look down upon all the worlds.

Their vestments are woven from the clouds; their crowns are the sun and moon. They hold the scepters of judgment in their hands. Before them standeth the council of the gods, and all give ear to their words. What they decree is done; what they forbid remaineth forbidden.

The palace shineth with a radiance that mortal eyes cannot bear. Yet the faithful are granted a glimpse of its splendor, and their hearts are filled with awe and reverence. The wicked man who entereth that place is consumed by its fire; only the pure can dwell within its halls.

From that high seat, the twin lords observe the deeds of men. Nothing is hidden from them; nothing is forgotten. They see the king upon his throne and the beggar upon the road. They see the priest at the altar and the merchant in the market-place. All are equal before their all-seeing gaze.

O Mitra! O Varuṇa! Grant us the grace to approach thy palace with humility and reverence. Let us be found worthy to stand in thy presence. Let the light of thy glory shine upon us and purify our hearts. Though we are but mortals, unworthy and brief-lived, still we reach out toward thee, drawn by the power of thy majesty and the sweetness of thy mercy.