2Ye, Varuna, have kine who yield refreshment; Mitra, your floods pour water full of sweetness. There stand the Three Steers, splendid in their brightness, who fill the three world−bowls with genial moisture.

3I call at dawn on Aditi the Goddess, I call at noon and when the Sun is setting. I pray, O Mitra−Varuna, for safety, for wealth and progeny, in rest and trouble.

4Ye who uphold the region, sphere of brightness, ye who support earth's realm Divine Adityas, The Immortal Gods, O Varuna and Mitra, never impair your everlasting statutes.