His rays, like heralds, bear him
The god who knoweth all that lives,
Surya, that all may look on him.
The constellations steal away, like
Together with their beams, before the
His herald rays are seen afar refulgent
o'er the world of men,
Like flames of fire that burn and blaze.
Swift and all beautiful art thou, O
Maker of the light, illuming all the
Thou goest to the host of gods,
Thou comest hither to mankind,
Hither all light to be beheld.
With that same eye thou look'st,
O purifying Varuna, upon the busy race
Traversing sky and wide mid-air,
Thou metest with thy beams our days,
Seeing all things that have birth.
Seven bay steeds harnessed to thy car
O thou far-seeing one, God, Surya,
with the radiant hair.
The Sun has harnessed the seven shining
daughters of his chariot.
He advances, driving his well-trained
Looking upon the loftier light above
We have come to Surya,
God among the gods, the highest light.
Rig Veda 1.50