1 I think of God the Mighty, only Him for ever, destroyer of devils. May these lauds of mine come near Him.

He cometh to the pious worshipper's calling. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

2 Who with strong arms o'ercame His strong opponents, who broke and crushed the power of the demons,

Who won the rivers and the kine in battle. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

3 Ruler of men, finder of light, the Hero, master of sweetest worship.

May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

4 The Lord of cows and bulls and oxen, finder of light, to whom offerings are made with devotion.

May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

5 Whose favour those desire who offer devotion, whom men invoke in battle,

On whom the hymn depends, in whom is power. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

6 Who was first for active operation, whose valour as the first hath been awakened,

Who raised His bolt when He encountered the Dragon. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

7 Strong Lord, who leadeth hosts to meet for battle, who sendeth riches both of earth and heaven,—

I, suppliant, praise and ever call on God. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.