1 Ours is the superior place and ours is conquest: may I in all fights tread down spite and malice. 2 This word the Radiant One has spoken, this the Giver of provision. May the Nourisher set me in the world of virtue. 3 We have come to the light of heaven; to the light of heaven have we come: we have united with the light of the sun. 4 Sacrifice is fraught with wealth for the increase of prosperity. I would win riches; fain would I be wealthy. Do You bestow wealth upon me.