The radiant maid of the sun, adorned and wondrous, rules the treasures. Exhausting old age, the shower of riches rises, as fires brightly roar among the tribes.

The bride Sūrya, the distributress (of food), the possessor of wonderful wealth, she rules overtreasures (of every kind) of riches; hymned by the ṛṣis, the waster away of life, the mistress of opulence, sherises glorified by the offerers (of oblations).

She who is rich in spoil, the Spouse of Surya, wondrously opulent, rules all wealth and treasures. Consumer of our youth, the seers extol her: lauded by priests rich Dawn shines out refulgent.