1 To what land shall I turn? Aye, whither turning shall I go? On the part of a kinsman prince, or allied peer, none, to conciliate, gives offerings to me to help my cause, nor yet the throngs of labour, nor yet the evil tyrants of the province. How then shall I establish well the Faith, and thus conciliate Thy grace, O Lord?

2 This know I, O Wise One, wherefore I am thus unable to attain my wish, and why my flocks are so reduced in number, and why my following is likewise scant. Therefore I cry to Thee; behold it, Lord! desiring helpful grace for me, as friend bestows on friend. Declare and teach to me the Good Mind's wealth.

3 When come, Great Giver, they who are the day's enlighteners, to hold the Righteous Order of the world upright and forward pressing? When are the schemes of the Saviours, with their lofty revelations, to appear? To whom for help does he, their chief, approach, who has Thy Good Mind as his fellow-worker? Thee, for mine exhorter and commander, Living Lord, I choose.

4 But ere these helpers come to me, all rests as yet in gloom. The evil man is holding back those who are the bearers of the Righteous Order from progress with the Kine, from progress with the sacred cause, within the region or the province, he, the evil governor, endowed with evil might, consuming life with evil deeds. Wherefore, whoever hurls him from his power, O Wise One, or from life, shall make stores of sacred wisdom for the Kine.