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    Stanza 7.63.1

    उद्वे॑ति सु॒भगो॑ वि॒श्वच॑क्षाः॒ साधा॑रणः॒ सूर्यो॒ मानु॑षाणाम् | चक्षु॑र्मि॒त्रस्य॒ वरु॑णस्य दे॒वश्चर्मे॑व॒ यः स॒मवि॑व्य॒क्तमां॑सि ||

    úd v eti subhágo viśvácakṣāḥ sā́dhāraṇaḥ sū́ryo mā́nuṣāṇām cákṣur mitrásya váruṇasya deváś cármeva yáḥ samávivyak támāṁsi

    The auspicious, all-seeing Sun, the common light for all people, is rising. As the divine eye of Mitra and Varuṇa, it rolled up the darkness like a piece of leather.

    Stanza 7.63.2

    उद्वे॑ति प्रसवी॒ता जना॑नां म॒हान्के॒तुर॑र्ण॒वः सूर्य॑स्य | स॒मा॒नं च॒क्रं प॑र्या॒विवृ॑त्स॒न्यदे॑त॒शो वह॑ति धू॒र्षु यु॒क्तः ||

    úd v eti prasavītā́ jánānām mahā́n ketúr arṇaváḥ sū́ryasya samānáṁ cakrám paryāvívr̥tsan yád etaśó váhati dhūrṣú yuktáḥ

    The great, restless banner of the Sun, like the ocean, advances, urging people to action. The well-rounded wheel of the Sun rolls on, which Etaśa, yoked to the pole, pulls.

    Stanza 7.63.3

    वि॒भ्राज॑मान उ॒षसा॑मु॒पस्था॑द्रे॒भैरुदे॑त्यनुम॒द्यमा॑नः | ए॒ष मे॑ दे॒वः स॑वि॒ता च॑च्छन्द॒ यः स॑मा॒नं न प्र॑मि॒नाति॒ धाम॑ ||

    vibhrā́jamāna uṣásām upásthād rebhaír úd ety anumadyámānaḥ eṣá me deváḥ savitā́ cachanda yáḥ samānáṁ ná praminā́ti dhā́ma

    Shining brilliantly from the dawn, praised by singers, the Sun rises. This god, Savitar, is dear to me, for he upholds the universal order and does not violate it.

    Stanza 7.63.4

    दि॒वो रु॒क्म उ॑रु॒चक्षा॒ उदे॑ति दू॒रेअ॑र्थस्त॒रणि॒र्भ्राज॑मानः | नू॒नं जनाः॒ सूर्ये॑ण॒ प्रसू॑ता॒ अय॒न्नर्था॑नि कृ॒णव॒न्नपां॑सि ||

    divó rukmá urucákṣā úd eti dūréarthas taráṇir bhrā́jamānaḥ nūnáṁ jánāḥ sū́ryeṇa prásūtā áyann árthāni kr̥ṇávann ápāṁsi

    The golden Sun, with wide vision, rises from the sky, swift and radiant towards its distant goal. Now, inspired by the Sun, people proceed to accomplish their aims and perform their deeds.

    Stanza 7.63.5

    यत्रा॑ च॒क्रुर॒मृता॑ गा॒तुम॑स्मै श्ये॒नो न दीय॒न्नन्वे॑ति॒ पाथः॑ | प्रति॑ वां॒ सूर॒ उदि॑ते विधेम॒ नमो॑भिर्मित्रावरुणो॒त ह॒व्यैः ||

    yátrā cakrúr amŕ̥tā gātúm asmai śyenó ná dī́yann ánv eti pā́thaḥ práti vāṁ sū́ra údite vidhema námobhir mitrāvaruṇotá havyaíḥ

    Where the immortals made ready his path, he moves like a falcon following the way. O Mitra and Varuṇa, when the Sun has risen, we will serve you with reverence and offerings.

    Stanza 7.63.6

    नू मि॒त्रो वरु॑णो अर्य॒मा न॒स्त्मने॑ तो॒काय॒ वरि॑वो दधन्तु | सु॒गा नो॒ विश्वा॑ सु॒पथा॑नि सन्तु यू॒यं पा॑त स्व॒स्तिभिः॒ सदा॑ नः ||

    nū́ mitró váruṇo aryamā́ nas tmáne tokā́ya várivo dadhantu sugā́ no víśvā supáthāni santu yūyám pāta svastíbhiḥ sádā naḥ

    May Mitra, Varuṇa, and Aryaman grant us and our children freedom and ample room. May all our ways be easy and good. Protect us always with well-being.

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