Plain text of Book 6, Hymn 110
Yea, ancient, meet for praise at gatherings of worship, ever and now Thou sittest down as the Priest of all. And now, O God the Radiant, make Thy person friendly, and win felicity for us by worship.
2 Under the two auspicious stars, the releasers, this child was born: preserve him from uprooting. He shall conduct him safe past all misfortunes to lengthened life that lasts a hundred autumns.
3 Born on the tiger's day was he, a hero, the constellations' child, born brave and manly. Let him not wound, when grown in strength, his father, nor disregard his mother, her who bore him.