In the vast expanse of the cosmos, the gods themselves, desiring his path, follow after the great journey of Savitar, the divine inspirer. By his immense power, this god has measured out the regions of the earth and the spaces between; his greatness marks the very boundaries of the world. Savitar moves through the three luminous realms, joined with the golden rays of the sun. He embraces the night on both sides, encompassing darkness and light, and by his laws, he becomes Mitra, the upholder of harmony. Savitar alone is the lord of all impulses, and in his journeys he assumes the form of Pūṣan, the nourisher. Over the whole world, Savitar of the dark horse shines forth, as hymns are chanted in his honor. To this god Savitar, we offer our prayers, seeking his nourishment. May we attain the swift and all-sustaining portion of Bhaga, the best of blessings. No one can diminish the self-earned glory of Savitar, nor his beloved sovereignty over the heavens. As the divine distributor, Savitar bestows treasures upon those who worship him, and we seek that splendid share. Today, O Savitar, grant us offspring and good fortune; drive away evil dreams and all misfortunes. Bring to us only what is auspicious, and, blameless before Aditi, may we obtain all that is desirable through your power. With hymns, we choose you, O true Savitar, lord of all gods and master of truth. You, the self-governing deity, come forth at the meeting of day and night, never ceasing in your course. With your song, you proclaim all creation, bringing forth and bestowing abundance. Let us also praise Parjanya, the roaring bull, ever generous, who places the seed of life within the plants. He destroys trees and slays demons, his thunder terrifying the world, so that even the innocent tremble when he strikes down the wicked. Like a charioteer urging on his horses, Parjanya sends forth his messengers—the rains. From afar, his thunder roars like a lion as the sky pours down. When Parjanya fills the earth with seed, the winds blow, lightning flashes, and the plants awaken. Nourishment is born for all living beings. At his command, the earth bows, the hoofed creatures stir, and all forms of plants thrive. We pray, O Parjanya, grant us your great protection. Maruts, let rain pour from the sky; come, O Asura, our father, and sprinkle the waters. Cry aloud and thunder, O Parjanya, place the seed, circle with your chariot over the waters, and draw forth the deep and the full. Let the streams from the clouds unite, pouring out abundantly, filling sky and earth with ghee, so that the cows may drink well. When you roar and thunder, striking down the wicked, all creatures rejoice. You have made the rain, seized the thunderbolt, stirred the fields, and brought forth plants for food. What wisdom, O Parjanya, have you given to the peoples? O Earth, you have become mighty among the mountains, bearing both the small and the great. By your greatness, you conquer the vast and are victorious. Hymns resound for you, O wanderer, as eager horses strive for your favor. Even the firm trees you shatter with your power, when your lightning rains down from the clouds. Now let our hymn go forth to Varuṇa, the sovereign, deep and renowned, who, like a tanner, has stretched the earth for the sun. In the forests, Varuṇa spread the midspace, gave strength to the swift, milk to the cows, wisdom to hearts, Agni to the waters, the sun to the heavens, and thunder to Soma. He sent forth the low-hanging cloud between earth and sky and, as king, distributes rain like grain upon the earth. By Varuṇa’s command, the earth and sky are raised up; with the cloud, the mountains dwell, breaking forth in might. This is the great magic of Varuṇa: standing by measure in the midspace, he encompasses the earth with the sun. None can overcome his wisdom, as all rivers, flowing together, fill one ocean with their waters. To Aryaman, Varuṇa, Mitra, or friend, to brother or companion, or to Varuṇa’s refuge, whatever wrongs we have done, we confess them. Whether by deceit, enmity, darkness, truth, or ignorance—whatever our faults, may they be loosened, and may we become dear to you, O Varuṇa. Indra and Agni, you both assist mortals in contests; by your brilliance, even the firmest are broken through, as Trita did with his voice. Unconquerable in battle, renowned in contests, protectors of the five peoples, Indra and Agni, we call upon you. Your strength is glorious, sharp as lightning, generous, and the slayer of Vṛtra approaches the cows with his hands. We seek the chariots of Indra and Agni, lords of wealth, wise and praised among singers. Growing strong, you protect the days for mortals, placing fortresses as portions for the godly. To you, Indra and Agni, we offer the pure oblation, pressed by stones; may fame, wealth, and sustenance be granted to those who praise you. Let your thoughts turn to the great Viṣṇu and the Maruts, born of the mountain, ever-moving. To their host, to the one worthy of sacrifice, to the giver of happiness, the powerful, the bestower of blessings, the swift, the mighty—let our praise be offered, seeking their grace and protection.