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1. COMMON to all mankind, auspicious
Surya, he who beholdeth all, is mounting upward;
The God, the eye of Varuna and Mitra, who
rolled up darkness like a piece of leather.
2 Surya's great ensign,
restless as the billow, that urgeth men to action, is advancing:
Onward he still would roll the wheel
well-rounded, which Etasa, harnessed to the car-pole, moveth.
3 Refulgent from the bosom of
the Mornings, he in Whom singers take delight ascendeth.
This Savitar, God, is my chief joy and
pleasure, who breaketh not the universal statute.
4 Golden,
far-seeing, from the heaven he riseth: far is his goal, he hasteth on
resplendent.
Men, verily, inspirited by
Surya speed to their aims and do the work assigned them.
5 Where the
irrunortals have prepared his pathway he flieth through the region like a
falcon.
With homage and oblations will
we serve you, O Mitra-Varuna, when the Sun hath risen.
6 Now Mitra,
Varuna, Aryaman vouchsafe us freedom and room, for us and for our children.
May we find paths all fair and
good to travel. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.
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