Go away, O Death, pursue the distant path, not travelled by the Gods. I tell you, one who can see and hear. Do not harm our children, touch not our heroes, when you efface Mrityu’s foot-steps to further time, to prolong your existence, may you be rich in offspring and wealth, live splendid lives, performing sacrifice in honour of Gods have been granted. We now resort to dancing and laughter, returning to further our span of existence. Here I make a barrier around the living, that none of them this barrier may cross. May they live a span of hundred autumns, burying the Death beneath this mound! As days follow days in close succession, as do the seasons one another, as successors fail not their predecessors, so shape the life of these, O ordainer! Attain you prime, then find old age delightful, striving by turns for one behind the other. May he, the ordainer, Tvastar, maker of good things be pleased to grant you lengthened span of days!

May these ladies, unwidowed, with their noble husbands, anoint and embellish themselves with fragrant balms, adorned with nice jewels, tearless, free from sorrow, mount the place where lies he in rest. Rise, O lady, come to the world of living, come, for he is dead by whose side you are lying your wifehood is over with this your husband, who wooed you earnestly by holding your hand. From the dead hand of him, I take this bow that he carried so that it may bring us power, prestige and glory. There you are, and here we are with heroes to frustrate all the snares and attacks of the enemy hosts. Subside thee into the lap of Mother Earth, far-spreading, kind and gracious lady, young and soft like wool to the generous giver! May she preserve you from the lap of Nothingness. O Earth, heaving thyself make a vault, do not press down much on him, grant him easy access, afford him tender refuge, cover him up with your skirt, just does a mother to her child, O Earth! May earth, like a vault over him, propped upon to thousand pillars, lie lightly. May it be his home dripping with fatness, a place of refuge to him for ever. I raise a mound of earth around you. May I be free from harm. May the Fathers support this pillar for you, may Yama give you this as your dwelling place!

Pay homage to the Eye of Mitra and Varuna, offer to the mighty God this worship, to the far-seeing Ensign, born of the Gods. Sing praise to the Sun, the son of Heaven. May this speech of truth guard me on all sides, wherever the Heaven and Earth and days are spread. All else that moves finds rest, but never cease the Waters flowing or the Sun rising. From ancient times no godless man can obstruct your chariot when you drive the winged tawny steeds. One of your sides is dark and turned eastward while with the other, the lustrous one, you rise, O Sun. By the light, whereby you scatter the gloom, by your rays which arouse every moving thing, dispel from us worthless worship, drive away all disease and evil dreams. Sent forth as a guardian of the law, you watch the weal of every being, and rise day by day without any wrath. May the Gods favour us with our desires and purpose through this our prayer today. May this prayer of our Heaven and Earth, Waters and Indra, and the Maruts hear. May we never lack the Sun-shine, may we live happily and attain old age. Keen of sight and sharp of mind, free from disease and without any sin, with a store of children, may we love long, O Surya, to look on you, rising day by day thou Mitra, our great friend!