HYMN LXVII. Mitra-Varuna.

1. YE Gods, Adityas, Varuna, Aryaman, Mitra, verily

Have here obtained supremest sway, high, holy, set apart for you.

2 When, Varuna and Mitra, ye sit in your golden dwelling-place,

Ye Twain, supporters of mankind, foeslayers, give felicity.

3 All these, possessors of all wealth, Varuna, Mitra, Aryaman,

Follow their ways, as if with feet, and guard from injury mortal man.

4 For they are true, they cleave to Law, held holy among every race,

Good leaders, bounteous in their gifts, deliverers even from distress.

5 Which of your persons, Varuna or Mitra, merits not our praise?

Therefore our thought is turned to you, the Atris' thought is turned to you.