Rig Veda
ṛtasya gopāv adhi tiṣṭhatho rathaṃ satyadharmāṇā parame vyomani yam atra mitrāvaruṇāvatho yuvaṃ tasmai vṛṣṭir madhumat pinvate divaḥ
Guardians of Order, ye whose Laws are ever true, in the sublimest heaven your chariot ye ascend. O Mitra-Varuna whomsoe'er ye: favour, here, to him the rain with sweetness streameth down from heaven.
samrājāv asya bhuvanasya rājatho mitrāvaruṇā vidathe svardṛśā vṛṣṭiṃ vāṃ rādho amṛtatvam īmahe dyāvāpṛthivī vi caranti tanyavaḥ
This world's imperial Kings, O Mitra-Varuna, ye rule in holy synod, looking on the light. We pray for rain, your boon, and immortality. Through heaven and over earth the thunderers take their way.
samrājā ugrā vṛṣabhā divas patī pṛthivyā mitrāvaruṇā vicarṣaṇī citrebhir abhrair upa tiṣṭhatho ravaṃ dyāṃ varṣayatho asurasya māyayā
Imperial Kings, strong, Heroes, Lords of earth and heaven, Mitra and Varuna, ye ever active Ones, Ye wait on thunder with the many-tinted clouds, and by the Asura's magic power cause Heaven to rain.
māyā vām mitrāvaruṇā divi śritā sūryo jyotiś carati citram āyudham tam abhreṇa vṛṣṭyā gūhatho divi parjanya drapsā madhumanta īrate
Your magic, Mitra-Varuna, resteth in the heaven. The Sun, the wondrous weapon, cometh forth as light. Ye hide him in the sky with cloud and flood of rain, and water-drops, Parjanya! full of sweetness flow.
rathaṃ yuñjate marutaḥ śubhe sukhaṃ śūro na mitrāvaruṇā gaviṣṭiṣu rajāṃsi citrā vi caranti tanyavo divaḥ samrājā payasā na ukṣatam
The Maruts yoke their easy car for victory, O Mitra-Varuna, as a hero in the wars. The thunderers roam through regions varied in their hues. Imperial Kings, bedew us with the milk of heaven.
vācaṃ su mitrāvaruṇāv irāvatīm parjanyaś citrāṃ vadati tviṣīmatīm abhrā vasata marutaḥ su māyayā dyāṃ varṣayatam aruṇām arepasam
Refreshing is your voice, O Mitra-Varuna: Parjanya sendeth out a wondrous mighty voice. With magic power the Maruts clothe them with the clouds. Ye Two cause Heaven to rain, the red, the spotless One.
dharmaṇā mitrāvaruṇā vipaścitā vratā rakṣethe asurasya māyayā ṛtena viśvam bhuvanaṃ vi rājathaḥ sūryam ā dhattho divi citryaṃ ratham
Wise, with your Law and through the Asura's magic power ye guard the ordinances, Mitra-Varuna. Ye by eternal Order govern all the world. Ye set the Sun in heaven as a refulgent car.