1SAVITAR, golden-haired, hath lifted eastward, bright With the sunbeams, his eternal lustre;     He in whose energy wise Pūṣan marches, surveying all existence like a herdsman.

2Beholding men he sits amid the heaven filling the two world-halves and air's wide region.     He looks upon the rich far-spreading pastures between the eastern and the western limit.

3He, root of wealth, the gatherer-up of treasures, looks with his might on every form and figure.     Savitar, like a Godẉhose Law is constant, stands in the battle for the spoil like Indra.

4Waters from sacrifice came to the Gandharva Visvavasu, O Soma, when they saw him.     Indra, approaching quickly, marked their going, and looked around upon the Sun's enclosures.

5This song Visvavasu shall sing us, meter of air's mid-realm celestial Gandharva,     That we may know aright both truth and falsehood: may he inspire our thoughts and help our praises.

6In the floods' track he found the bootyseeker: the rocky cow-pen's doors he threw wide open.     These, the Gandharva told him, Rowed with Amṛta. Indra knew well the puissancc of the dragons.