1
Oh Devas, Adityas, Varuṇa, Aryaman, Mitra, indeed You have taken supreme dominion, high and holy, set apart for you.
2
When, Varuṇa and Mitra, you sit in your golden abode, You two, supporters of humanity, slayers of foes, grant happiness.
3
All of you, possessing all wealth, Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman, Walk alongside, as if on feet, and protect mortals from harm.
4
For you are truthful, you adhere to Law, held sacred by every race, Good leaders, generous in gifts, deliverers from trouble.
5
Which of your person, Varuṇa or Mitra, does not deserve our praise? Thus, our thoughts turn to you, the Atris' thoughts turn to you.