1
Let me not yet, King Varuṇa, enter into the house of clay: Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.
2
When, Thunderer! I move along tremulous like a wind-blown skin, Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.
3
O Bright and Powerful God, through want of strength I erred and went astray, Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.
4
Thirst found thy worshipper though he stood in the midst of water-fijods: Have mercy, spare me, Mighty Lord.
5
O Varuṇa, whatever the offence may be which we as men commit against the heavenly host, When through our want of thought we violate thy laws, punish us not, O God, for that iniquity.