1 This Parna wood hath come, strong and destroying with its strength my rivals. The power that God gave, the plants' sweet essence, may it incite me ceaselessly with vigour.

2 O Parna, by God's leave set firmly in me might and opulence. Within the compass of my rule may I be rooted and supreme.

3 That dear mysterious virtue which God hath set within the tree, may God grant me to wear together with extended life.

4 As God's gift, by His instruction, Parna hath come, a mighty strength: this would I, brightly shining, love and cherish for long life lasting through a hundred autumns.

5 The Parna wood hath come to me for great security from ill, that I may be exalted, yea, above the wealth of others.

6 Sagacious builders of the car, clever and skilful artisans, may all the men on every side, Parna, be inclined to my rule.

7 The kings and makers of the kings, troop-leaders, masters of the horse, may all the men on every side, Parna, be inclined to my rule.

8 Thou, Parna, art my body's guard, a manly kinsman by birth to me, a man. With the splendour of the circling year I bind thee on me.