O Sūrya, thou who ridest in thy golden chariot across the heavens! The horses that draw thy chariot are swift and tireless. The wheels turn ceaselessly; the axle never breaks. Thy journey is unchanging, eternal, perfect!

Thou art the eye of the universe, O golden one! Thy gaze reacheth to every corner of creation. Thou seest the deeds of gods and mortals alike. Thou knowest the truth of all things!

The morning cometh at thy word. The night passeth at thy command. The seasons turn according to thy path through the sky. All life dependeth upon thy coming and thy going!

We are warmed by thy touch; we see by thy light. Without thee, O Sūrya, all would be darkness and cold. Nothing would grow; nothing would live; the universe itself would perish.

Therefore, we sing thy praises! Therefore, we offer unto thee the finest of our gifts! Come to us each morning as thou hast come since the beginning of time! Shine upon our fields and our homes! Make us prosperous and strong! Grant us health and long life! Accept our worship, O mighty sun!