Oft, oft I call on God, the Bountiful, the mighty, who evermore possesses power, ever resistless. Holy, most liberal, may He lead us on to riches, and, thunder-armed, make all our pathways pleasant for us.

2 O God, what joys as Lord of Light Thou broughtest from the rebellious, prosper therewith, O Bountiful, him who lauds that deed, and those whose grass is trimmed for Thee.

3 The wasteless share of steeds and kine which, O God, Thou hast fast secured, grant to the worshipper who offers and gives in charity, not unto the churl.