The auspicious presence of mighty Agni, ever victorious, beams brightly even at night with splendour, he makes the fair food look more fair by his light. O God of power, in response to our prayer, disclose for your singer, who sings with fervour, a source of inspiration, the chain of his thought. Give us that mighty hymn, O resplendent Lord, which you and all the other Gods approve. From you issue forth, O Agni, the mighty wisdom, the poetic inspiration and chants most beautiful. From you spring riches, adorned with heroes, for the devotees true and faithful who offer oblation. From you come the hero who wins the spoil, insuperable strength, spirit and help. From you come the joy-giving wealth, sent by Gods, and the swift, impetuous courser.

Agni has gazed benevolently on the wealth giving radiant Dawn. Come, Ashvins to your devotees’ dwellings, the Sun has risen in splendour. The Sun-god has spread his radiance far and wide, unfurling his banner in the heaven like a hero bent on winning spoil. The Gods Varuna and Mitra go their appointed path, lords of constant domains, sending forth the Sun on his unchanged course. Him, who drives away darkness, him whose eye beholding all the objects, is borne onward by seven strong steeds. Spreading like a spider’s web, with his mighty steeds, rending the Night’s black rob, comes the Sun. The beams of the Sun-god shining tremulously push down under the waters, the darkness, like a hide. How marvellous, the Sun, unbound, unpropped, he hangs in the space, without ever falling. By what self-power is he propelled? Who has seen it? He guards the vault of heaven, the sky’s pillar.

The God has come to meet the radiant Dawn many a time, the ladies of resplendent glories. Come on your cars, ye far travelling Gods, come to our sacrifice. Effusing light for all the creatures of the world, God Savitar the inspirer has risen. He has filled the heaven and earth with radiance, revealing his presence. Rosy Dawn has come, decked in brightness she moves onward. Mounted on her well-harnessed chariot, she wends her way awakening men to joy and happiness. Come hither Ashvins, now at dawn, borne on your mighty chariots. Here is your honeyed Soma draught, offered by us for your delight. How is it that unbound and unpropped, he falls not down? By what self-power is he propelled? Who has seen it? He guards the vault of heaven, a pillar of sky.

Lo, younder goes up the light, and the chariot is being yoked in the high heavens. The chariot is laden with triple pairs of delightful foods, and the fourth, a skin is filled with honey that overflows. Forth come the delightful honey, cars and horses in the wide shining of the Dawn, rolling aside the stole of darkness that surrounded, and spreading glorious radiance through the atmosphere like the Sun. Drink of the sweet with your mouths accustomed to the draught, for the sake of the sweet draught yoke your beloved car. Refresh the path and its journey with the juice, full sweet is the skin, O Ashvins, that you carry. Friendly are the swans that bear you, fold-winged, sweet, strong, who wake with the Dawn. They rain the floods that cheer, full of rapture, exultant, they come to our Soma libations like bees. Well versed in sacred rites, full of honey, the fires sing to Ashvins at dawn in sacrifice, when the learned priests with pure hands have pressed out with stones the sweet Soma juice. The rays coming nigh chase away the gloom with day and spread shining through the sky like the luminous Sun while drinking the juice. The Sun too goes riding his car and you impelled by your nature, let his paths be known. I have declared, O Ashvins, that you carry. Friendly are the swans that bear you, gold-winged, sweet, strong, who wake with the Dawn. They rain the floods that cheer, full of rapture, exultant, they come to our Soma libations like bees. Well versed in sacred rites, full of rapture, exultant, they come to our soma libations like bees. Well versed in sacred rites, full of honey, the fires sing to Ashvins at dawn in sacrifice, when the learned priests with pure hands have pressed out with stones the sweet Soma juice. The rays coming nigh chase away the gloom with day and spread shining through the sky like the gloom with day and spread shining through the sky like the luminous Sun while drinking the juice. The Sun too goes riding his car and you impelled by your nature, let his paths be known. I have declared, O Ashvins, holding the devout thoughts in me, your car, that decays not, is drawn by perfect steeds, where with you move speedily all over the realms to a devotee who brings rich offerings.