1 Present to the All-Seeing thine hymn, Vasistha, bright, most delightful to the Bounteous Giver,

Who bringeth on to us the Bull, the lofty, the Holy, laden with a thousand treasures.

2 And now, as I am come before His presence, I see in the light the sign of His mercy.

So might He bring, Lord also of the darkness, the light in heaven that I may see its beauty!

3 When by His favour I embark and urge my boat into the midst of ocean,

We, when we ride o'er ridges of the waters, will be happy in His keeping.

4 God placed Vasistha in the vessel, and deftly with His might made him a seer.

When days shone bright the sage made him a singer, while the heavens broadened and the dawns were lengthened.

5 What hath become of those our ancient friendships, when without enmity we walked together?

I, O All-Seeing, Thou glorious Lord, have entered Thy lofty home, Thine house with thousand portals.

6 If he, Thy true servant, hath sinned against Thee, still, O Lord, he is the friend Thou lovedst.

Let us not, Living One, as sinners know Thee: give shelter, as a Sage, to him who lauds Thee.

7 While we abide in these fixed habitations, and from the lap of mercy win favour,

May God untie the bond that binds us. Preserve us evermore with blessings.