What may we contemplate for the dear Power, mighty in inherent strength and glorious in itself, Which as a magical energy seeks to spread waters even to the boundless middle region's clouds? Over all the region with their uniform advance, they have spread the lore that gives heroes strength. Back, with their course reversed, the others pass away; the pious lengthens life with those that come before.
With pressing-stones and the bright beams of the day, he hurled his broadest bolt against the Deceitful One. Even he whose hundred wander in his own abode, driving the days afar and bringing them back. I, to enjoy the beauty of his form, behold that rapid rush of his as if it were an axe's edge, When he gives the man who calls on him in battle wealth like a house filled with food.
Four-faced and nobly clad, Varuṇa, urging the pious on to his task, stirs himself with the tongue. None by our human nature do we know of him, him from whom Bhaga Savitar grants the boon.