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HIS bright rays bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that lives,
Surya, that
all may look on him.
2
The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their beams,
Before the
all-beholding Sun'
3
His herald rays are seen afar refulgent o'er the world of men,
Like flames
of fire that burn and blaze.
4
Swift and all beautiful art thou, O Surya, maker of the light,
Illuming
all the radiant realm.
5
Thou goest to the hosts of Gods, thou comest hither to mankind,
Hither all
light to be belield.
6
With that same eye of thine wherewith thou lookest brilliant Varuna,
Upon the
busy race of men,
7
Traversing sky and wide mid-air, thou metest with thy beams our days,
Sun, seeing
all things that have birth.
8
Seven Bay Steeds harnessed to thy car bear thee, O thou farseeing One,
God, Surya,
with the radiant hair.
9
Surya hath yoked the pure bright Seven, the daughters of the car; with these,
His own
dear team, he goeth forth.
10
Looking upon the loftier light above the darkness we have come
To Surya,
God among the Gods, the light that is most excellent.
11
Rising this day, O rich in friends, ascending to the loftier heaven,
Surya
remove my heart's disease, take from me this my yellow hue.
12
To parrots and to starlings let us give away my yellowness,
Or this my
yellowness let us transfer to Haritala trees.
13
With all his conquering vigour this Aditya hath gone up on high,
Giving my
foe into mine hand: let me not be my foeman's prey.
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