Rig Veda

Book 1, Hymn XLI. Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman

1 NE’ER is he injured whom the Gods Varuṇa, Mitra, Aryaman,
The excellently wise, protect.

2 He prospers ever, free from scathe, whom they, as with full hands, enrich,
Whom they preserve from every foe.

3 The Kings drive far away from him his troubles and his enemies,
And lead him safely o’er distress.

4 Thornless, Ādityas, is the path, easy for him who seeks the Law:
With him is naught to anger you.

5 What sacrifice, Ādityas, ye Heroes guide by the path direct,—
May that come nigh unto your thought.

6 That mortal, ever unsubdued, gains wealth and every precious thing,
And children also of his own.

7 How, my friends, shall we prepare Aryaman's and Mitra's laud,
Glorious food of Varuṇa?

8 I point not out to you a man who strikes the pious, or reviles:
Only with hymns I call you nigh.

9 Let him not love to speak ill words: but fear the One who holds all four
Within his hand, until they fall.