O Savitṛ, the impeller! Thou who settest all things in motion, the solar deity whose golden hands guide the cosmos through its eternal dance. From the beginning of time, thou hast pushed the sun across the sky. Thy power moveth heaven and earth.

Before thee was only stillness, void and silence. But thou didst speak, and the universe sprang into being. Thou didst command the sun to rise, and it obeyeth thee. Thou didst set the stars in their courses, and they follow thy design. All motion, all change, all becoming—these flow from thy will.

Savitṛ, golden-handed, thy fingers touch everything that liveth. The plant groweth at thy command. The seed sprouteth. The child stirs in the womb. The bird taketh flight. Every breath, every heartbeat, every thought—all are impelled forward by thy invisible force.

Thou art the impeller of the gods themselves! Even Indra and Agni, mighty though they are, move at thy direction. Even Varuṇa in his vast sovereignty must bow to thy power, for thou art the fundamental force of becoming upon which all else dependeth.

We praise thee, O Savitṛ, for thou allowest us to exist. Without thee, we would be frozen in place, unchanging, dead. Thy touch is life itself. Thy command is the reason why the sun riseth and falleth, why the seasons turn, why we are born and grow and eventually return to the earth.

Grant us the blessing of thy impelling force. Help us to move through our days with purpose, to grow toward our destiny, to fulfill the role that thou hast ordained for us in the great cosmic dance.