Accompanying the somber Night, the stars, like thieves, now steal away at the all-seeing Sun’s approach.
Rig Veda I, 50, 2
His herald rays are seen from far, shining on the homes of men like tongues of fire that burn and blaze.
Rig Veda I, 50, 3
Swift and beautiful are you, O Sun, maker of the Light, who illumines all the radiant sky.
Rig Veda I, 50, 4
You shine upon the host of Gods and likewise on the race of men, that all may see the heavenly Light.
Rig Veda I, 50, 5
With this your Eye, O pure Varuna, you keep strict watch upon the man who moves among the peoples.
Rig Veda I, 50, 6
