Come forth, O Aditi, mother boundless and unbroken, who dost bear the free ones, the sovereign Ādityas!

In thy vast embrace abideth freedom itself, the breaking of bonds, the loosing of all chains.

Thy sons—Mitra, Varuṇa, Aryaman, the mighty Ādityas—upheld the sky of heaven in days of old.

They are the watchers, the guardians of the law of Ṛta, the cosmic order that doth govern all things.

From thee they were born, O mother imperishable, and in thy bosom they remain forever undying.

Mithra bindeth the hearts of men in bonds of kinship and oath; he maketh the accord between friend and friend.

Varuṇa, the vast, doth spread his net across all the worlds—the snare of the law that none may break.

He seeth all that is done in secret; his eye reacheth to the uttermost ends of earth.

Aryaman, the fine one, bestoweth gifts and favour upon the suppliant, the wanderer far from home.

He guideth the maiden to her marriage-hall; he blesseth the suitor with his destined bride.

The Ādityas together do maintain the great sky, upholding it without prop or pillar.

In their strength doth the earth stand firm; by their will doth the sun traverse his holy path.

Thou, O Aditi, art the unbound one—no cord may tie thee, no fetter hold thee.

Grant unto us this very freedom, this boundlessness of spirit, that we may live in thy mighty grace.

Let us know the law of Ṛta that thy sons do guard, the order of all things, the eternal measure.

May we walk in the light of Mitra's friendship, in the vast shadow of Varuṇa's watchfulness.

May Aryaman lead us to our destined good, and the Ādityas shield us from all that would do us harm.

O blessed mother of the gods, accept our prayer this day, and hold us in thy boundless care.