1 Whatever, O slayer of Vritra, Thou, the sun, hast risen upon to-day, that, O God, all is in Thy power.

2 When, O Mighty One, Lord of the Brave, Thou thinkest, I shall never die, that thought of Thine is true indeed.

3 Thou, O God, goest unto all offerings made for Thee, both far away and near at hand.