Rig Veda
imā gira ādityebhyo ghṛtasnūḥ sanād rājabhyo juhvā juhomi śṛṇotu mitro aryamā bhago nas tuvijāto varuṇo dakṣo aṃśaḥ
These hymns that drop down fatness, with the ladle I ever offer to the Kings Adityas. May Mitra, Aryaman, and Bhaga hear us, the mighty Varuna Daksha, and Amsa.
imaṃ stomaṃ sakratavo me adya mitro aryamā varuṇo juṣanta ādityāsaḥ śucayo dhārapūtā avṛjinā anavadyā ariṣṭāḥ
With one accord may Aryaman and Mitra and Varuna this day accept this praise-song- Adityas bright and pure as streams of water, free from all guile and falsehood, blameless, perfect.
ta ādityāsa uravo gabhīrā adabdhāso dipsanto bhūryakṣāḥ antaḥ paśyanti vṛjinota sādhu sarvaṃ rājabhyaḥ paramā cid anti
These Gods, Adityas, vast, profound, and faithful, with many eyes, fain to deceive the wicked, Looking within behold the good and evil near to the Kings is even the thing most distant.
dhārayanta ādityāso jagat sthā devā viśvasya bhuvanasya gopāḥ dīrghādhiyo rakṣamāṇā asuryam ṛtāvānaś cayamānā ṛṇāni
Upholding that which moves and that which moves not, Adityas, Gods, protectors of all being, Provident, guarding well the world of spirits, true to eternal Law, the debt-exactors.
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May I, Adityas, share me this your favour which, Aryaman, brings profit e'en in danger. Under your guidance, Varuna and Mitra, round troubles may I pass, like rugged places.
sugo hi vo aryaman mitra panthā anṛkṣaro varuṇa sādhur asti tenādityā adhi vocatā no yacchatā no duṣparihantu śarma
Smooth is your path, O Aryaman and Mitra; excellent is it, Varuna, and thornless. Thereon, Adityas, send us down your blessing: grant us a shelter hard to be demolished.
pipartu no aditī rājaputrāti dveṣāṃsy aryamā sugebhiḥ bṛhan mitrasya varuṇasya śarmopa syāma puruvīrā ariṣṭāḥ
Mother of Kings, may Aditi transport us, by fair paths Aryaman, beyond all hatred. May we uninjured, girt by many heroes, win Varuna's and Mitra's high protection.
tisro bhūmīr dhārayan trīṃr uta dyūn trīṇi vratā vidathe antar eṣām ṛtenādityā mahi vo mahitvaṃ tad aryaman varuṇa mitra cāru
With their support they stay three earths, three heavens; three are their functions in the Gods' assembly. Mighty through Law, Adityas, is your greatness; fair is it, Aryaman, Varuna, and Mitra.
trī rocanā divyā dhārayanta hiraṇyayāḥ śucayo dhārapūtāḥ asvapnajo animiṣā adabdhā uruśaṃsā ṛjave martyāya
Golden and splendid, pure like streams of water, they hold aloft the three bright heavenly regions. Ne'er do they slumber, never close their eyelids, faithful, far-ruling for the righteous mortal.
tvaṃ viśveṣāṃ varuṇāsi rājā ye ca devā asura ye ca martāḥ śataṃ no rāsva śarado vicakṣe 'śyāmāyūṃṣi sudhitāni pūrvā
Thou over all, O Varuna, art Sovran, be they Gods, Asura! or be they mortals. Grant unto us to see a hundred autumns ours be the blest long lives of our forefathers.
na dakṣiṇā vi cikite na savyā na prācīnam ādityā nota paścā pākyā cid vasavo dhīryā cid yuṣmānīto abhayaṃ jyotir aśyām
Neither the right nor left do I distinguish, neither the east nor yet the west, Adityas. Simple and guided by your wisdom, Vasus! may I attain the light that brings no danger.
yo rājabhya ṛtanibhyo dadāśa yaṃ vardhayanti puṣṭayaś ca nityāḥ sa revān yāti prathamo rathena vasudāvā vidatheṣu praśastaḥ
He who bears gifts unto the Kings, true Leaders, he whom their everlasting blessings prosper, Moves with his chariot first in rank and wealthy, munificent and lauded in assemblies.
śucir apaḥ sūyavasā adabdha upa kṣeti vṛddhavayāḥ suvīraḥ nakiṣ ṭaṃ ghnanty antito na dūrād ya ādityānām bhavati praṇītau
Pure, faithful, very strong, with heroes round him, he dwells beside the waters rich with pasture. None slays, from near at hand or from a distance, him who is under the Adityas' guidance.
adite mitra varuṇota mṛḍa yad vo vayaṃ cakṛmā kaccid āgaḥ urv aśyām abhayaṃ jyotir indra mā no dīrghā abhi naśan tamisrāḥ
Aditi, Mitra, Varuna, forgive us however we have erred and sinned against you. May I obtain the broad light free from peril: O Indra, let not during darkness seize us.
ubhe asmai pīpayataḥ samīcī divo vṛṣṭiṃ subhago nāma puṣyan ubhā kṣayāv ājayan yāti pṛtsūbhāv ardhau bhavataḥ sādhū asmai
For him the Twain united pour their fulness, the rain from heaven: he thrives most highly favoured. He goes to war mastering both the mansions: to him both portions of the world are gracious.
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Your guiles, ye Holy Ones, to quell oppressors, your snares spread out against the foe, Adityas, May I car-borne pass like a skillful horseman: uninjured may we dwell in spacious shelter.
māham maghono varuṇa priyasya bhūridāvna ā vidaṃ śūnam āpeḥ mā rāyo rājan suyamād ava sthām bṛhad vadema vidathe suvīrāḥ
May not live, O Varuna, to witness my wealthy, liberal, dear friend's destitution. King, may never lack well-ordered riches. Loud may we speak, with heroes, in assembly.