1 I think upon the winds that God sends: may they bless me, may they assist me to this wealth in battle.

I call upon God, by whose command they come like swift well-trained steeds to help us. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

2 Those that surround the never-failing fountain of the cloud for ever, and bedew the plants with moisture,

These servants of God I chiefly remember. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

3 They that invigorate the milk of milch-kine, the sap of growing plants, the speed of coursers—

By God's leave may the strong winds be auspicious to us. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

4 They who raised water from the sea to heaven and send it from the sky to earth in showers,

The winds that move mighty with their waters, by God's command. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

5 They who bestow upon us health and vigour,

The winds that rain mighty with their waters, by God's command. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

6 Whether with stormy might or by His angels' celestial power, it is God who hath established this All,

And Thou, kindly Lord, art able to restore it. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.

7 Potent in battles are the hosts of Thy angels, impetuous train, well-known, exceeding mighty.

I, suppliant, praise and oft invoke God. May He deliver us from grief and trouble.