dhṛtavratā ādityā iṣirā āre mat karta rahasūr ivāgaḥ | śṛṇvato vo varuṇa mitra devā bhadrasya vidvāṃ avase huve vaḥ ||
Upholders of the Law, ye strong Adityas, remove my sin like her who bears in secret. You, Varuna, Mitra and all Gods who listen, I call to help me, I who know your goodness.
यूयं देवाः प्रमतिर् यूयम् ओजो यूयं द्वेषांसि सनुतर् युयोत । अभिक्षत्तारो अभि च क्षमध्वम् अद्या च नो मृळयतापरं च ॥
yūyaṃ devāḥ pramatir yūyam ojo yūyaṃ dveṣāṃsi sanutar yuyota | abhikṣattāro abhi ca kṣamadhvam adyā ca no mṛḷayatāparaṃ ca ||
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.
kim ū nu vaḥ kṛṇavāmāpareṇa kiṃ sanena vasava āpyena | yūyaṃ no mitrāvaruṇādite ca svastim indrāmaruto dadhāta ||
What service may we do you with our future, what service, Vasus, with our ancient friendship? O Aditi, and VaruVa and Mitra, Indra and Maruts, make us well and happy.
हये देवा यूयम् इद् आपय स्थ ते मृळत नाधमानाय मह्यम् । मा वो रथो मध्यमवाळ् ऋते भून् मा युष्मावत्स्व् आपिषु श्रमिष्म ॥
haye devā yūyam id āpaya stha te mṛḷata nādhamānāya mahyam | mā vo ratho madhyamavāḷ ṛte bhūn mā yuṣmāvatsv āpiṣu śramiṣma ||
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.
प्र व एको मिमय भूर्य् आगो यन् मा पितेव कितवं शशास । आरे पाशा आरे अघानि देवा मा माधि पुत्रे विम् इव ग्रभीष्ट ॥
pra va eko mimaya bhūry āgo yan mā piteva kitavaṃ śaśāsa | āre pāśā āre aghāni devā mā mādhi putre vim iva grabhīṣṭa ||
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.
arvāñco adyā bhavatā yajatrā ā vo hārdi bhayamāno vyayeyam | trādhvaṃ no devā nijuro vṛkasya trādhvaṃ kartād avapado yajatrāḥ ||
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 Varuna, 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.