1 The Radiant One hath looked, benevolently-minded, on the wealth-giving spring of radiant mornings. Come, Healer, to the dwelling of the pious: the sun, a sign of God, is rising with his splendour.

2 God the Light-giver hath spread on high His lustre, waving His flag like a spoil-seeking hero. Their established way go the All-Seeing and the Friend, what time they make the sun ascend the heaven.

3 Him whom they made to drive away the darkness, Lords of sure mansions, constant to their object, Him who beholds the universe, the sun, seven strong and youthful coursers carry onward.

4 Spreading Thy web with mightiest steeds Thou comest, rending apart, Thou God, the black-hued mantle. The rays of the sun tremulously shining sink, like a hide, the darkness in the waters.

5 How is it that the sun, unbound and not supported, falleth not although directed downward? By what power moves he? Who hath seen it? God guards the vault of heaven, a close-set pillar.