1HIS bright rays bear him up aloft, the God who knoweth all that lives,     Sūrya, that all may look on him.

2The constellations pass away, like thieves, together with their beams,     Before the all-beholding Sun.

3His herald rays are seen afar refulgent o’er the world of men,     Like flames of fire that burn and blaze.

4Swift and all beautiful art thou, O Sūrya, maker of the light,     Illuming all the radiant realm.

5Thou goest to the hosts of Gods, thou comest hither to mankind,     Hither all light to be beheld.

6With that same eye of thine wherewith thou lookest brilliant Varuṇa,     Upon the busy race of men,

7Traversing sky and wide mid-air, thou metest with thy beams our days,     Sun, seeing all things that have birth.

8Seven Bay Steeds harnessed to thy car bear thee, O thou farseeing One,     God, Sūrya, with the radiant hair.

9Sūrya hath yoked the pure bright Seven, the daughters of the car; with these,     His own dear team, he goeth forth.

10Looking upon the loftier light above the darkness we have come     To Sūrya, God among the Gods, the light that is most excellent.

11Rising this day, O rich in friends, ascending to the loftier heaven,     Sūrya remove my heart's disease, take from me this my yellow hue.

12To parrots and to starlings let us give away my yellowness,     Or this my yellowness let us transfer to Haritāla trees.

13With all his conquering vigour this Āditya hath gone up on high,     Giving my foe into mine hand: let me not be my foeman's prey.