The Rig Veda/Mandala 1/Hymn 35

15429The Rig VedaMandala 1, Hymn 35.


1. AGNI I first invoke for our prosperity; I call on Mitra, Varuna, to aid us here.
     I call on Night who gives rest to all moving life; I call on Savitar the God to lend us help.
2. Throughout the dusky firmament advancing, laying to rest the immortal and the mortal,
     Borne in his golden chariot he cometh, Savitar, God who looks on every creature.
3. The God moves by the upward path, the downward; with two bright Bays, adorable, he journeys.
     Savitar comes, the God from the far distance, and chases from us all distress and sorrow.
4. His chariot decked with pearl, of various colours, lofty, with golden pole, the God hath mounted,
     The many-rayed One, Savitar the holy, bound, bearing power and might, for darksome regions.
5. Drawing the gold-yoked car his Bays, white-footed, have manifested light to all the peoples.
     Held in the lap of Savitar, divine One, all men, all beings have their place for ever.
6. Three heavens there are; two Savitar's, adjacent: in Yama's world is one, the home of heroes,
     As on a linch-pin, firm, rest things immortal: he who hath known it let him here declare it.
7. He, strong of wing, hath lightened up the regions, deep-quivering Asura, the gentle Leader.
     Where now is Surya, where is one to tell us to what celestial sphere his ray hath wandered?
8. The earth's eight points his brightness hath illumined, three desert regions and the Seven Rivers.
     God Savitar the gold-eyed hath come hither, giving choice treasures unto him who worships.
9. The golden-handed Savitar, far-seeing, goes on his way between the earth and heaven,
     Drives away sickness, bids the Sun approach us, and spreads the bright sky through the darksome region.
10. May he, gold-handed Asura, kind Leader, come hither to us with his help and favour.
     Driving off Raksasas and Yatudhanas, the God is present, praised in hymns at evening.
11. O Savitar, thine ancient dustless pathways are well established in the air's mid-region:
     O God, come by those paths so fair to travel, preserve thou us from harm this day, and bless us.