Mayest thou, O tree, be firm indeed in body, our friend that furthers us, a goodly hero. Put forth thy strength, compact with thongs of leather, and let thy rider win all spoils of battle.

2 Its mighty strength was borrowed from the heaven and earth: its conquering force was brought from the trees of the wood. Be thankful to God for the car girt round with straps, the vigour of the floods.

3 Thou, by God's leave, vanguard of the host, close knit to the strong and child of the friendly, as such, accepting the gifts which here we offer, bear us to victory.