MITRA, when you speak, you inspire people to work hard: You support both the earth and the sky. MITRA looks upon people with eyes that never sleep. Bring Mitra with holy oil, make an offering.
You are foremost who brings you food, O Mitra, who strives to uphold your sacred Law, Āditya. He whom you help never dies or loses, on him, whether near or far, no misfortune falls.
Joyous in sacred food and free from illness, with knees bent low on the earth’s broad surface, Following closely the Āditya’s law, may we remain in Mitra’s gracious favor.
Auspicious and beloved, this Mitra was born with a fair rule, King, Disposer. May we enjoy the grace of him the Holy, yes, rest in his propitious kindness.
The great Āditya, to be served with worship, who inspires people, is kind to the singer. To Mitra, the one most highly praised, offer in fire an oblation that he loves.
Mitra’s gainful grace, God, supporter of the human race, Brings glory of the most glorious fame.
Mitra whose glory spreads far, he who surpasses heaven in strength, Surpasses earth in his renown.
All five races have come to Mitra, ever strong to aid, For he sustains all the gods.
Mitra to gods, to living men, to him who spreads the holy grass, Gives food that fulfills the sacred Law.