All hail to thee, O Mitra! All hail to thee, O Varuṇa! Ye who art clothed in splendor and majesty, who holdest the destinies of gods and men in thy hands. We sing thy praise with voices trembling with awe and love.

How glorious art thou! How terrible and wonderful beyond the comprehension of mortal mind! The very ground trembleth beneath thy feet; the heavens ring with thy voice. Yet thou art also gentle—tender toward thy servants, merciful toward those who repent, kind to the animals that depend upon thy care.

Thou art the source of all justice, all order, all truth. From thee floweth the very substance of ṛta—that cosmic principle that holdeth all things in their proper place. Without thee, there would be only chaos and confusion, darkness and despair.

We love thee with all our hearts! We trust thee with all our being. Though we are frail and ignorant, though we stumble and fall, still we look to thee for guidance and strength. Thou art our father; thou art our king; thou art our judge and our savior all at once.

Accept our hymn as a token of our devotion! Let it please thee as a fragrant flower pleaseth the one who receiveth it. And in thy generosity, grant us some small portion of thy wisdom, thy strength, thy boundless compassion. Bless us and keep us; let thy face shine upon us; give us thy peace.