With these my hymns I glorify that God, who alone is to be invoked by mortals, the Lord, the Mighty One, of manly vigour, victorious, Hero, true, and full of wisdom.

2 Our ancient sires, the Navagvas, sages seven, while urging Him to show His might, extolled Him,—the Most High, swift smiting down opponents, guileless in word, and in His thoughts most mighty.

3 We seek God to obtain His riches that yield much food, and men, and store of heroes. O Lord, bring, to make us joyful, celestial wealth, abundant, undecaying.

4 Declare to us—if at Thy hand aforetime the earlier singers have obtained good fortune—what is Thy share and portion, strong Subduer, Destroyer of the rebels, rich, invoked of many?

5 He who for God, thunder-wielding, hath a hymn, craving, deeply-piercing, fluent, who sends a song effectual, firmly-grasping, and strength-bestowing, he comes near the Mighty.

6 Strong of Thyself! Thou with this art hast shattered with the thought-swift thunderbolt him who waxed against Thee; and, Mightiest! boldly rent in pieces things that were firmly fixed and never shaken.

7 Him will we fit for you with new devotion, the strongest, Ancient One, in ancient manner. So may that God, boundless, faithful leader, conduct us o'er all places hard to traverse.

8 Thou for the people who oppress hast kindled the earthly firmament and that of heaven: with heat on every side consume them, heat earth and flood for him who hates devotion.

9 Of all the heavenly folk, of earthly creatures, Thou art the King, O God of splendid majesty. In Thy right hand, O God, grasp the thunder: Eternal! Thou destroyest all enchantments.

10 Give us confirmed prosperity, O God, vast and exhaustless for the foes' subduing. Strengthen therewith the resolve of the righteous against the wicked, and let the arms of the people be mighty.

11 Come to me swiftly with Thy blessings, which bring all good, disposer, much-invoked, exceeding holy! Come to me swiftly with these blessings, which no fiend, no power may stay or hinder.