1 Bar not the way to us, O Misfortune! Stay not the reward that is being brought us.

We seek refuge in God from failure, misfortune, and malignity.

3 May our desire, which God hath roused, fulfil itself by day and night.

We seek refuge in God from misfortune.

4 We, suppliant, call on God the Bestower, the Giver of speech, the Granter of favour.

Pleasant words have I spoken, sweet as honey is, at invocations.

5 The portion that I crave with speech intelligent and full of power,

May faith find to-day.

6 O God, make not our words or wishes fruitless. Bring us treasures.

All, fain to-day to give us gifts.

7 Misfortune! go thou far away, by God's leave: we turn thy harmful dart aside.

I know thee well, Malignity! as oppressor, one who penetrates.