Lord of the lotus, lord of the harvest, Bright and munificent¹ lord of the morn！ Thine is the bounty² that prospered³ our sowing, Thine is the bounty that nurtured⁴ our corn. We bring thee our songs and our garlands for tribute, The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit； O giver of mellowing⁵ radiance, we hail thee, We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal⁶ and flute⁷.

    Lord of the rainbow, lord of the harvest, Great and beneficent lord of the main！ Thine is the mercy that cherished our furrows⁸, Thine is the mercy that fostered our grain. We bring thee our thanks and our garlands for tribute, The wealth of our valleys, new-garnered and ripe； O sender of rain and the dewfall, we hail thee, We praise thee, Varuna, with cymbal and pipe.