UPHOLDERS of the Law, ye strong Ādityas, remove my sin like her who bears in secret. You, Varuṇa, Mitra and all Gods who listen, I call to help me, I who know your goodness.
Ye, Gods, are providence and ye are power: remove ye utterly all those who hate us. As givers of good things deal with us kindly: this day be gracious to us and hereafter.
What service may we do you with our future, what service, Vasus, with our ancient friendship? O Aditi, and Varuṇa and Mitra, Indra and Maruts, make us well and happy.
Ye, O ye Gods, are verily our kinsmen as such be kind to me who now implore you. Let not your car come slowly to our worship: of kinsmen such as you ne’er let us weary.
I singly have sinned many a sin against you, and ye chastised me as a sire the gambler. Far be your nets, far, Gods, be mine offences: seize me not like a bird upon her offspring.
Turn yourselves hitherward this day, ye Holy, that fearing in my heart I may approach you. Protect us, God; let not the wolf destroy us. Save us, ye Holy, from the pit and falling.
May I not live, O Varuṇa, to witness my wealthy, liberal, dear friend's destitution. King, may I never lack well-ordered riches. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.
