The Hymns of the Rigveda/Book 5/Hymn 64

1. You, foeman-slaying Varuna and Mitra, we invoke with song,
     Who, as with penfold of your arms, encompass round the realm of light.
2. Stretch out your arms with favouring love unto this man who singeth hymns,
     For in all places is sung forth your ever gracious friendliness.
3. That I may gain a refuge now, may my steps be on Mitra's path.
     Men go protected in the charge of this dear Friend who harms us not.
4. Mitra and Varuna, from you may I, by song, win noblest meed.
     That shall stir envy in the homes of wealthy chiefs and those who praise.
5. With your fair splendours, Varuna and Mitra, to our gathering come,
     That in their homes the wealthy chiefs and they who are your friends may thrive.
6. With those, moreover, among whom ye hold your high supremacy,
     Vouchsafe us room that we may win strength for prosperity and wealth.
7. When morning flushes, Holy Ones! in the Gods' realm where white Cows shine,
     Supporting Arcananas, speed, ye Heroes, with your active feet hither to my pressed Soma juice.