Varuna opened a path for Surya and guided the river waters onward. The horses, racing in a race, swiftly move in order. He created wide channels for the days to come.
The wind, your breath, sounds through the land like a wild beast seeking its food in pastures. Within these two, the exalted Earth and Sky, O Varuna, are all the forms you love.
Varuna’s messengers, sent on their mission, carefully inspect the two halves of the world, well-formed and shaped. Wise and holy, skilled in rituals, they advance the praises of the wise.
To me, Varuna, who understands, you spoke the names of the Cow, three times seven. The wise God, knowing the hidden place, will speak as if to teach the coming race.
Three heavens rest on him and support them, and the three earths are arranged in sixfold order. The wise King Varuna has made in heaven that Golden Swivel to clothe it in glory.
Like Varuna, sinking from heaven into Sindhu, like a bright spark, a strong wild creature. Ruling in depths and measuring the region, he has great saving power, the Controller of the world.
May we, before Varuna, be sinless, showing mercy even to the sinner- While we keep Aditi’s laws. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings.