O Mitra and Varuṇa, rulers of the sky! Ye who dwell in the highest heaven, far above the reach of mortal understanding!

The clouds gather at your command; the winds blow at your word. The waters flow according to your law; the earth trembleth at your will. All that existeth existeth by your power!

We mortals dwell below in the shadows, yet our fate resteth in your hands! Ye decide who shall prosper and who shall perish! Ye decide whose children shall be numerous and whose shall be few!

Grant us protection, O mighty ones! Let not the evil one approach us! Let not the curse-bringer touch our household! Keep us safe from all harm!

We offer thee the soma, pressed from the sacred plant! We kindle the fire upon the altar! We spread the holy grass! Accept these gifts from your faithful worshippers! Be gracious unto us! Grant us everything we ask!