May we ever remain steadfast upon the sacred path, never straying from the way of truth or the offerings of sacrifice, O Indra, O Soma. Let no hostility or discord linger among us. He who prepares the sacrifice, the thread stretched among the gods—may we partake of that oblation, drawing strength and unity from it. Behold, the radiant banners rise, shining in the vast sky—the banners of the Sun, the all-seeing one, the great-vowed and gracious lord. We praise the Sun, guardian of the world, who reveals the directions, whose swift rays shine forth, flying rapidly across the expanse, illuminating all with his light. As the Sun moves east and west, abiding by his own law, he draws forth the days with his mighty power. O Aditya, your greatness is truly immense, your fame resounds, for you alone are born to encompass all. The seven green ones—swift and shining—bear the wise Sun along his course. It was Atri who first led forth this flowing brilliance to the sky, and all see the Sun as he circles his path. May nothing harm you, O Sun, as you journey along your course. With well-being, proceed upon your auspicious path, measuring the sky and the divine earth, day and night, as you go. Well-being to you, O Sun, as you travel in your chariot, swiftly circling the heavens, carried by your best green steeds—whether they be a hundred or seven or many. O Sun, mount your radiant, pleasant, well-yoked chariot, and set your swift steeds ablaze! Your bright green horses, whether they are a hundred, or seven, or many, draw you forth. Seven green horses have you yoked to your chariot for the journey, O Sun, shining with golden form and vast might. Released beyond the darkness, you shake it off—the god ascends to the sky. With a great banner, the god approaches, driving away darkness, beholding the light. The divine bird of the sky, the hero, the son of Aditi, reveals all the worlds. Rising, you stretch out your rays and sustain all forms. By your will, you shine over both oceans, encompassing all worlds with your resplendence. By their mysterious power, two divine children move back and forth, playing as they travel around the ocean—one observes all the worlds, the other is drawn by golden horses. In the sky, O Sun, you are established three times, marking the month. Thus you move, well-supported and shining, proclaiming all beings. You endure both, like a calf with its mothers; truly, even before this, the gods knew this sacred knowledge. What is established beyond the ocean, that the Sun seeks to know; his path is vast and spread out, reaching both what was and what will be. By his efforts, the Sun attains that from which there is no turning back, and by this, he does not withhold the food of immortality from the gods. Upwards, the rays carry Jātavedas, the god, the Sun, for all to see. As birds fly away, so his rays go forth with the nights, for the all-seeing Sun. His rays are seen, his beams among the people, shining like fires. Swift and all-seeing, O Sun, maker of light, you shine upon all realms. You turn toward the gatherings of the gods, toward the assemblies of men, toward all the shining worlds for vision. With your radiant eye, O blazing one, you observe all beings; you, O Varuṇa, see all. Through the wide atmosphere you move, O Sun, bearing your light with the days, seeing all births. Seven green horses draw you, O divine Sun, on your chariot with fiery manes, all-seeing. The seven swift mares, offspring of the Sun’s chariot, are yoked; with these, he journeys by his own harnessing. The red one, ascetic through asceticism, ascended to heaven; he enters the womb and is born again, becoming the lord of the gods. He moves among all people, facing all directions, having hands everywhere, stretching everywhere—he bears together with both arms and wings, the one god who generates heaven and earth. With one foot, he strides farther than the two-footed; from the two-footed, he approaches the three-footed behind; from the two-footed, he strides more than the six-footed; those with one foot compose their bodies. Untiring, advancing, when the tawny one takes his place, shining, he makes two forms; adorned with a banner, rising, enduring the spaces, O shining one, you illuminate all the paths of the Sun. Great are you, O Sun, great Aditya, truly great is your greatness. You shine in heaven, you shine in the midspace, O bird; you shine on earth, you shine within the waters. Both oceans you pervade with your radiance, O god, mighty bull, lord of light. Coming near from afar, proceeding on the path, the swift, wise, flying bird—Vishnu, of manifold vision, standing with power, endures all that moves with his banner. Brilliant and wise, the mighty one with splendid wings illuminates heaven and earth and the midspace; clothing the Sun with day and night, he casts all heroic deeds across the regions. Sharp and shining, clothing his form, the unapproachable one pours forth the streams; radiant, winged, the mighty one, leader of birds, occupies all the directions, arranging them. Wonderful is the banner of the gods—the face, the radiant Sun rising in the directions. The maker of day, surpassing in splendor, the bright one drives away all darkness and misfortune. Wonderful among the gods rose the face, the eye of Mitra, Varuna, and Agni. O Sun, you fill both heaven and earth and the midspace; you are the soul of all that moves and stands. We behold you, O Savitar, soaring high—the ruddy, splendid-winged one—shining in the midst of heaven, the unfailing light that the three found. Running on the summit of heaven, the splendid-winged one, the son of Aditi, I approach for protection, fearful; O Sun, carry us across to long life—may we not perish, may we remain in your good favor. With a thousand days, the wings of the swift goose fly to heaven; he, seeing all, approaches all the worlds, having placed all the gods within his breast.