With a mighty banner aloft, the god Rohita approached, dispelling the darkness and beholding the radiant light. The divine bird of the sky, that heroic son of Aditi, revealed all the worlds to view. As he rose, he stretched out his rays, sustaining every form; by his will, his brilliance shone over both oceans, encompassing all realms with resplendent light. Two divine children, by their magic, moved back and forth, playfully journeying around the ocean; one watched over all the worlds, while the other was drawn onward by golden horses. In the sky, O Sun, you are established three times to mark the month, moving steadily and shining, proclaiming the existence of all beings. You endure both, like a calf with its mothers, and even before this, the gods knew this sacred knowledge. The Sun seeks to know what is established beyond the ocean; his path is vast and spread out, encompassing both the beginning and the end. By his own efforts, he attains that from which there is no turning back; and through this, he never withholds the food of immortality from the gods. Upwards, the rays carry Jātavedas, the Sun, for all to see. Just as birds fly away, so the rays depart with the nights, serving the all-seeing Sun. His rays and beams are seen among the people, shining like fires. Swift and all-seeing, O Sun, maker of light, you shine upon every realm. You turn towards the gatherings of gods, towards human assemblies, and towards all the shining worlds to grant vision. With your radiant eye, O blazing one, you observe all beings; you, O Varuṇa, see all. You move through the wide atmosphere, O Sun, bearing your light with the days and witnessing every birth. Seven green horses, with fiery manes, draw your divine chariot, O all-seeing Sun. The seven swift mares, offspring of the Sun’s chariot, are yoked; with these, he journeys, harnessed by his own power. The red one, ascetic through asceticism, ascended to heaven, entered the womb, was born again, and became the lord of the gods. He moves among all people, facing every direction, with hands everywhere, stretching across all—bearing, with arms and wings, the one god who generates heaven and earth. With one foot, he strides farther than the two-footed; from two-footed, he approaches the three-footed behind; from two-footed, he strides farther than the six-footed; those with one foot compose their bodies. Untiring and 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, in the midspace, on earth, and within the waters; you pervade both oceans with your radiance, O mighty bull, lord of light. Coming near from afar, proceeding on the path, the swift, wise, flying bird—Vishnu, of manifold vision, stands with power, enduring all that moves with his banner. Brilliant and wise, the mighty one with splendid wings illuminates heaven, earth, and the midspace; clothing the Sun with day and night, he casts heroic deeds across the regions. Sharp and shining, clothing his form, unapproachable, he pours forth streams; radiant and winged, the leader of birds occupies all directions, arranging them. Wonderful is the banner of the gods, the radiant face of the Sun rising in all directions; the maker of day, surpassing in splendor, drives away all darkness and misfortune. Wonderful among the gods rose the face, the eye of Mitra, Varuṇa, and Agni; O Sun, you filled heaven, earth, and midspace, and 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 found by the three. Running on the summit of heaven, the splendid-winged son of Aditi, I approach for protection, afraid; O Sun, carry us across to long life, may we not perish, may we remain in your favor. With a thousand days, the wings of the swift goose fly to heaven; seeing all, he approaches all the worlds, having placed all the gods in his breast. The red one became Time, the red one was first, Prajapati; the red one is the mouth of sacrifices, and bears the songs. The red one became the world, surpassed heaven, and with his rays moves over earth and ocean. The red one, lord of heaven, moved in all directions, protecting heaven, ocean, earth, and all beings. Rising, the bright, great, untiring one shines and makes two forms; wondrous, wise, mighty, wind-borne, he shines over as many worlds as exist. He is struck from all sides, encircled and beset; the buffalo, measured by day and night. We, not falling behind, call upon the Sun, who dwells in the region and knows the paths. The buffalo, offspring of Earth, does not fall behind; his gaze, undeceived, has encompassed all. Seeing all, possessing good guidance, worthy of sacrifice—may he hear what I declare. His greatness encircles earth and ocean, shining with radiance, surrounding sky and midspace. Seeing all, possessing good guidance, worthy of sacrifice—may he hear what I declare. Agni has awakened among the people with kindling, stretching forth the dawn like a cow. The swift ones, rising up, have hastened forth; the rays have streamed toward the summit of heaven. He who generated these heavens and earth, who, having made the expanse, encompasses the worlds; in whom the six directions and the flying sun abide—of that god, when angered, this is the offense: whoever overcomes a learned Brahmin who knows thus. From whom the winds blow in due season, from whom the oceans overflow—of that god, when angered, this is the offense: whoever overcomes a learned Brahmin who knows thus. Shake off, Rohita, drive away, diminish the bonds of the Brahmin-slayer, release him from the fetters. He who causes death and grants life, from whom all beings live—of that god, when angered, this is the offense: whoever overcomes a learned Brahmin who knows thus. Shake off, Rohita, drive away, diminish the bonds of the Brahmin-slayer, release him from the fetters.