You, warrior-slaying Varuṇa and Mitra, we invoke with song, Who, with your arms like a shield, surround the realm of light.
Extend your arms with loving favor to this singer who prays, For everywhere your ever-kindness is sung.
May I find shelter now, may my path be on Mitra’s road. Men walk under the protection of this dear Friend who harms no one.
Mitra and Varuṇa, may I, by song, earn the greatest prize. This will make the wealthy chiefs and those who praise envy.
With your radiant glory, Varuṇa and Mitra, join our gathering, So that in their homes the wealthy chiefs and their friends prosper.
May you also grant us space among those who hold your high rule, To give us strength for prosperity and wealth.
When dawn rises, Holy Ones! In the realm of the gods where white cows shine, Supporting Arcananas, come swiftly with your swift feet to my pressed Soma juice.