O Sun, swift and all-seeing, you are the maker of light who shines upon every realm. Your gaze turns to the gatherings of gods, to the assemblies of humankind, and to all the shining worlds, ever seeking vision. With your radiant eye, blazing one, you observe all beings—truly, O Varuṇa, you see all. You journey through the vast atmosphere, O Sun, carrying your light with each passing day and witnessing all births that arise. Seven green horses, their manes aflame, draw your chariot, O divine Sun, all-seeing as you ride. These seven swift mares, born of your own chariot, are yoked to your will; by your own harnessing, you travel the heavens. 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 space; with both arms and wings, this one god generates heaven and earth. With one foot, he strides farther than the two-footed; from the two-footed, he approaches the three-footed behind; from the two-footed, he surpasses the six-footed; and those with one foot compose their own forms. Tirelessly advancing, when the tawny one takes his place and shines, he creates two forms. Adorned with a banner, rising and enduring through the spaces, O radiant 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, O celestial bird, on earth, and within the waters. Your radiance pervades both oceans; you are the mighty bull, the lord of light. From afar you come near, proceeding on your path, swift and wise, the flying bird. Vishnu, of manifold vision, stands with power, enduring all that moves, his banner displayed. Brilliant and wise, the mighty one with splendid wings illuminates heaven, earth, and midspace; clothing the sun with day and night, he casts heroic deeds across all regions. Sharp and shining, clothing himself in his own form, the unapproachable pours forth streams; radiant, winged, mighty, and leader of birds, he occupies and arranges all directions. Wonderful is the banner of the gods, the radiant face of the rising sun in all directions; he is the maker of day, surpassing in splendor, who drives away all darkness and misfortune. Marvelous among the gods rose the face—the eye of Mitra, Varuṇa, and Agni. O Sun, you filled heaven, earth, and midspace; you are the soul of all that moves and stands. We behold you, O Savitar, soaring high, ruddy and splendid-winged, shining in the midst of heaven—the unfailing light, discovered by three. Running on the summit of heaven, the splendid-winged son of Aditi, I approach you for protection in my fear. O Sun, carry us to long life; let us not perish, let us remain in your favor. With a thousand days, the wings of the swift goose fly to heaven; seeing all, he approaches all the worlds, holding all the gods within his breast. The red one became Time, the first, Prajapati; he is the mouth of sacrifices and the bearer of 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, tireless one, shining, makes two forms; wondrous, wise, mighty, wind-borne, he shines over as many worlds as there are. Though beset and encircled from all sides, the buffalo, measured by day and night, never falls behind. We call upon the Sun, who dwells in the region and knows all the paths. This buffalo, offspring of Earth, does not fall behind; his gaze, undeceived, encompasses all. Seeing all, possessing good guidance, worthy of sacrifice—may he hear our words. His greatness encircles earth and ocean, shining with radiance, surrounding sky and midspace. Seeing all, guiding well, worthy of sacrifice—may he hear our words. Agni has awakened among the people with kindling, stretching forth the dawn like a cow. The swift ones rise and hasten forth; the rays stream 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. O Rohita, shake off, drive away, diminish the bonds of the Brahmin-slayer, release him from the fetters. He who causes to die and gives 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, release him from the fetters. He who satisfies heaven and earth with breath, who fills the ocean’s belly with exhalation—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, release him from the fetters. In whom Virāj, Parameṣṭhin, Prajāpati, Agni Vaiśvānara, together with the Paṅkti, are established; who takes the breath and radiance of another—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, release him from the fetters. In whom the six broad directions, the five regions, the four waters, and the three syllables of sacrifice are established; who, angry, looked between heaven and earth—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, release him from the fetters. He who became the eater and lord of food, the lord of speech, who is and will be, the lord of all beings—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, release him from the fetters. He who measured out the thirteenth month of thirty parts by days and nights—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, release him from the fetters. The black-going, golden-winged, excellent birds, clothed in waters, fly up to heaven and return from the seat of truth—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, release him from the fetters. That shining one of yours, O Kaśyapa, that radiant orb, full and resplendent, in which the seven Suns are set together—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, release him from the fetters. Bṛhat follows him in front, Rathantara receives him behind; clothed in light, he sits in the seat of steadfastness—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, release him from the fetters. Bṛhat was one wing, Rathantara the other, both with strength, aligned together; that Rohita the gods generated—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, release him from the fetters. He becomes Varuṇa, Agni in the evening; Mitra at the rising of dawn. Becoming Savitṛ, he moves through the midspace; becoming Indra, he burns in the midst of heaven. 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, release him from the fetters.