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.