Savitar, the God has stretched his golden arms in mighty blessing towards the sacrifice. Like a young and most skilled priest, he lets the fatness drip from his hands over the realms. May we enjoy the vigorous force of Savitar, the God radiant, may he grant us wealth. He, the mighty One, sends to rest and awakens all life that moves on two feet or on four. Protect our home, O God today with thy never failing powers. O God of the golden tongue, keeps up on the righteous path let not the ill-wisher have us in his grasp. This God Savitar, friend of our home, gold-handed, has risen to meet the twilight. With cheeks of brass and honeyed tongue, the God, worthy of laud, gives riche gifts to every worshipper. Like a Hotar-priest, Savitar has extended his golden arms so beautiful to look on. He has ascended the heights of heaven and earth and made each fiend speed away in haste. Give us, O God, fair wealth today and tomorrow and each day that is to follow, O ye the lord of ample riches. May this our song now favour us with your grace enriching us daily with life-strengthening powers!

Great is your might, O Indra, O Soma! It were you who performed those first and powerful exploits. It were you who found the Sun, you found the light of heaven, you over threw all the darkness and all the blashphemers. You Indra and Soma, make the morning radiant and cause the Sun on high to rise with all his splendour. You are a supporting pillar to prop the sky and spread out in all direction, the Mother Earth. You twain smote the serpent Vritra dead, who obstructed the waters. The heavens approved your deeds. You urged the streams to flow fast and filled many a sea. You filled within the unripe udders of the milch-kine the sweet ripe milk. You have held the unimpeded stream within the many-coloured moving creatures. O Indra, O Soma, ye great Ones, grant verily great riches, which victorious pass to our children’s children. You both invest with manly powers the progeny of men, that they may carry the day in the battle.

O Soma, O Rudra, the mighty lords, may these our sacrifices reach ye with speed. Fill full our houses with your sevenfold treasures and pour forth blessing on all bipeds and quadrupeds. Let the sickness that may visit us be chased away to four quarters. Sweep away the forces of death and destruction, and grant us glorious fame. O Soma, O Rudra, provide us with all needed medicines for our bodies. Remove and loosen from us the sin we might have committed, which we have still within our persons. Armed with shafts and other weapons shafts and other weapons sharp, you kind loving Gods, be gracious unto us. Keep us away from the noose of Varuna, keep us safe from sorrow in your gracious protection.

Thou shaft, sharpened with our prayer, fly away shot from the bowstring, reach the enemy, strike him home and let none be left alive. There where the showers of arrows fall like boys whose tonsure have not been performed, even there may Aditi, the boundless, and Brahmanspati guard us well, protect us well all the days. Thy vital parts I cover with armour, O hero. May immortality clothe thee, O soma, may the high Varuna give thee more than ample, and may gods be delighted in thy victory over the wicked! Who wants to kill us, be he an unknown foe or one of our kinsmen, may all wise Gods torment him. May my prayer be my closest armour.