1 That we may win us wealth and spoil we poets verily call on Thee. In war men call on Thee, O Mighty One, the hero's Lord; in the race-course call on Thee.

2 As such, O Wonderful, whose hand holds thunder, praised as mighty, Caster of the Stone, pour on us boldly, O God, kine and strong steeds, ever to be the conqueror's strength.