HYMN LVIII

Turning, as 'twere, to meet the Sun, enjoy from Indra all good
things.
When he who will be born is born with power we look to
treasures as our heritage.
Praise him who sends us wealth, whose bounties injure none.
Good are the gifts which Indra gives.
He is not wroth with one who satisfies his wish: he turns his
mind to granting boons.
Verily, Surya, thou art great; truly, Aditya, thou art great.
As thou art great indeed thy greatness is admired: yea, verily,
great art thou, O God.
Yea, Surya, thou art great in fame: thou evermore, O God,
art great.
By greatness thou art President of Gods, divine, far-spread,
inviolable light.