Hymns of the Atharva Veda, by Ralph T.H. Griffith, , at sacred-texts.com
1This is the Godhead, this the might of Sūrya: he hath with-
drawn what spread o'er work unfinished.
When he hath loosed his horses from their station, straight over
all night spreadeth out her garment.
2In the sky's lap the Sun this form assumeth for Mitra and for
Vāruna to look on.
His bay steeds well maintain his power eternal, at one time
bright and darksome at another.