Hiranmayena patrena satyasyapihitam mukham
tat tvam pusan apavrnu satyadharmaya drstaye pusann
ekarse yama surya prajapatya vyuha rasmin
samuha tejah yat te rupam kalyanatamam tat te pasyami yo sav asau purusas soham asmi
The face of the Truth is covered by a golden vessel - lid. Open it, O Nourisher! Remove it - lift it - so that I may behold your Real nature.O Nourisher, lone Traveller of the sky! Controller! O Sun, Offspring of Prajapati! Gather Your rays; withdraw Your glaring blinding radiance - that I would see, through Your Grace, that form of Yours which is the most auspicious. I am indeed He, that Purusha, who dwells there!