We call on Thee, O peerless One. We, seeking help, possessing nothing firm ourselves, call on Thee, wonderful in fight.

2 On Thee for aid in sacrifice. This youth of ours, the bold, the mighty, hath gone forth. We, therefore, we Thy friends, O God, have chosen Thee, free-giver, as our Guardian.

3 Him who of old hath brought to us this and that blessing, Him I magnify for you, even God the Mighty, O my friends, for help.

4 The Lord of heroes, ruling men, for it is He who takes delight in the grateful. The Bounteous Lord bestows on us His worshippers hundreds of cattle and of steeds.