May the great Lords of Truth protect and aid us: blest to us be our horses and our cattle. Kind be the pious, skilful-handed craftsmen, kind be the forefathers at our invocations.

2 Kind to us be the angels, all of them, and the Lady of Holy Thoughts be gracious. Friendly be they, the liberal ones, who seek us, yea, those who dwell in heaven, on earth, in waters.

3 May the One unborn be gracious, gracious the Dragon of the Deep, and ocean. Gracious be the swelling Child of Waters, gracious the dappled cloud that hath angels to guard her.

4 So may the angels of every rank accept the new hymn we now are making. May all the holy ones of earth and heaven, and the cow's offspring, hear our invocation.

5 Priests of the angels, worthy of sacrifices, immortal, knowing Law, whom man must honour, may these to-day give us broad paths to travel. Preserve us evermore, ye angels, with blessings.