O far seeing Sun, may we live long and look upon thee ever, flooding the world with your glorious radiance, the source of joy of every eye. With your lustre all the living world comes to life and with your setting again returns to reset. O Sun, golden-haired God, arise each day for us better than the last bringing innocence. Bless us with your beams, bless up with radiance and shining. Bless us in cold and intense heat. Grant us, O Sun, blessings at home and when we are travelling abroad, give us your wonderous treasure. Grant protection to both our bipeds and quadrupeds. Grant food and water that their wants are adequately met. Grant us health and strength and protection against harm, O Gods! If by some grave offence we have provoked the Gods, O Deities, by our speech or by thoughtlessness of mind, lay upon this sin on one who ever plans evils, on him, O Vasus, who led us into distress.

I hymn the fame of Maghavan, who with his greatness protected the Gods, transfixed the enemy when both the Heaven and Earth cried for help in terror. When thou roamed abroad, O Indra, waxing strong in body, telling thy strength among the people, that might was sufficient for thy battles which they tell, but today thou hast no foe or knewest one before. Who were the sages before us who comprehend the limits of thy greatness? Didst thou not generate thy father and mother together out of thine own body? Verily, thou possessest four supreme mightiness while dwelling in vastness. All these thou surely knowest and wherewith thou hast performed thy great deeds, O Maghavan! Thou possessest all the treasures, those made manifest and those lying hidden in the secret. Strike not asunder my desire, O Maghavan, thou art he who commands it and thou art he who giveth! To him who established light in the heart of other light and united sweetness to sweetness, to him, to that Indra this hymn was sung by Brihaduktha, when he fulfilled in himself the Brahman.

May this life be now renewed and carried further, as by two car-borne charioteers, on their course. May he, like Chyavana attain his goal. Let Goddess Nirriti depart to distant places! Here is a song for wealth, for food in abundance. Let us do many noble deeds to achieve glory. May all our deeds rejoice the singer. Let Nirriti depart to distant places! Here is a song for wealth, for food in abundance. Let us do many noble deeds to achieve glory. May all our deeds rejoice the singer. Let Nirriti, the Goddess of Doom depart of distant places. May we subdue our foes with our deeds of valour, as heaven spreads over the earth and mountains over the plains. All these our deeds the bard has acclaimed. Let the Goddess of Doom depart to distant places. Consign us not as prey to Death, O soma, still may we look upon the rising Sun! May the full span of life granted by the Gods be ours, may the Goddess of Doom move to distant places! O Yama, the guide of spirits, keep the soul within us and lengthen the span of our life, allow us that we may still enjoy the vision of the Sun. Wax strong in body with the fat we offer you!

Give us, O Guide of the Spirits, our sight again, give us our breath again and powers of enjoyment. Long may we see the Sun-rising. O Gracious one, grant us your favour and blessings. May the Earth restore it. May Soma once again return our body, and Pushan guide us on the path of peace and prosperity. May with the worlds bless Subandhu, they the Mothers of eternal Law. May Heaven and Earth sweep away all evil and shame. May neither sin nor sorrow trouble you! May health giving medicines descend on us from Heaven in twos and threes or singly roam about the Earth. May both Heaven and Earth uproot an sweep away all evil and shame. May sorrow never trouble you! Restore the wagon-ox, O Indra, that brought hither the chariot borne wife of Ushinara. May both Heaven and Earth uproot and sweep away all evil and shame. May sorrow never trouble you!

When the seers began to name objects, then Brihaspati, the Lord of the Holy world, sent forth Speech, the first and earliest utterances, that which was best and purest, hidden in their hearts, was revealed through their affection. The sages fashioned the speech by means of their mind as corn is shifted with the sieves. Friends see and recognize each other’s friendship, their speech bears the blessed seal imprinted. With sacrifice they traced the path of speech and found her entered in the heart of the Seers. They brought her forth and dealt her among many. In unison the Seven Singers chant her. Yet one hath never heard her. But to some she reveals herself in beauty like a fond embellished bride surrendering to her husband. One man they call dull, unbending in friendship, they never urge him to contests. He wanders on his way of illusion, his efforts fruitless, the speech he hears yield not either fruit or flowers. No longer does he possess a portion in the Speech who has abandoned his own dear genuine friend. Verily vain in his hearing, whatsoever he listens, for he knows not the righteous path.