1 Him who with might has propped earth's ends, who sits in a threefold seat, the Lord of Prayer, with thunder, Him of the pleasant tongue have ancient sages, deep-thinking, holy singers, set before them.

2 Wild in their course, in well-marked wise rejoicing were they, O Lord of Prayer, who pressed around us. Preserve, O Lord of Prayer, the stall uninjured, this company's raining, ever-moving birth-place.

3 O Lord of Prayer, from Thy remotest distance have they sat down who love the law eternal. For Thee were dug wells springing from the mountain, which murmuring round about pour streams of sweetness.

4 The Lord of Prayer, when first He had His being from mighty splendour in supremest heaven, strong, with sevenfold mouth, with noise of thunder, with His seven rays, blew and dispersed the darkness.

5 With the loud-shouting band who sang His praises, with thunder, He destroyed malignant Vala. The Lord of Prayer, thundering, drove forth the cattle, the lowing cows who make offerings ready.

6 Serve we with sacrifices, gifts, and homage even thus the Chief of all the angels, the Father of creation. O Lord of Prayer, may we be lords of riches, with noble progeny and store of heroes.