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I call on Agni first (the god of fire) for weal; I call on Mitra-Varuna to aid me here; I call upon the Night, who quiets all that moves; On Savitar, the shining god, I call for help.
After this introductory invocation begins the real song in a different metre.
Through space of darkness wending comes he hither, Who puts to rest th' immortal and the mortal, On golden car existent things beholding, The god that rouses, Savitar, the shining; Comes he, the shining one, comes forward, upward, Comes with two yellow steeds, the god revered, Comes shining Savitar from out the distance, All difficulties far away compelling. His pearl-adorned, high, variegated chariot, Of which the pole is golden, he, revered, Hath mounted, Savitar, whose beams are brilliant, Against the darksome spaces strength assuming. Among the people gaze the brown white-footed (Steeds) that the chariot drag whose pole is golden. All peoples stand, and all things made, forever, Within the lap of Savitar, the heavenly.
[There are three heavens of Savitar, two low ones, [23] One, men-restraining, in the realm of Yama. As on (his) chariot-pole[24] stand all immortals, Let him declare it who has understood it!]
Across air-spaces gazes he, the eagle, Who moves in secret, th' Asura, [25] well-guiding,