1 Great art Thou, O Mighty One; yea, the earth, with gladness, and heaven confess to Thee Thine high dominion. Thou in Thy vigour having slaughtered the obstructor didst free the floods arrested by the Dragon.

2 Heaven trembled at the manifestation of Thine effulgence; earth trembled at the fear of Thy displeasure. The steadfast mountains shook in agitation: the waters flowed, and desert spots were flooded.

3 Hurling His bolt with might He cleft the mountain, while, putting forth His strength, He showed His vigour. He slaughtered the obstructor with His bolt, exulting, and, their lord slain, forth flowed the waters swiftly.

5 He who alone o'erthrows the world of creatures, the Mighty One, the peoples' King, invoked of many; verily all rejoice in Him, extolling the boons which the Bountiful God hath sent them.

6 All gifts of provision are His own for ever, most gladdening draughts are ever His, the Mighty. Thou ever wast the Treasure-Lord of treasures: O Mighty One, Thou lettest all folk share Thy bounty.

7 Moreover, when Thy might was first made manifest, O Mighty One, Thou struckest terror into all the people. Thou, Bountiful One, rentest with Thy bolt the Dragon who lay against the waterfloods of heaven.

8 The ever-slaying, bold and furious Mighty One, the bright bolt's Lord, infinite, strong and mighty, who slayeth the obstructor and acquireth booty, giver of blessings, the Bountiful, the bounteous:

9 Alone renowned as the Bountiful in battles, He frighteneth away assembled armies. He bringeth us the booty that He winneth; may we, well-loved, continue in His friendship.

10 Renowned is He when conquering and when slaying: 'tis He who winneth cattle in the combat. When the Mighty One hardeneth His indignation all that is fixed and all that moveth fear Him.

11 The Mighty One hath won all kine, all gold, all horses; the Bountiful, He who breaketh forts in pieces; most manly with these men of His who help Him, dealing out wealth and gathering the treasure.

13 The Bountiful makes the settled man unsettled: He scatters dust that he hath swept together, breaking in pieces like heaven armed with lightning: the Bountiful shall enrich the man who lauds Him.

14 He urged the chariot-wheel of the sun forward: Etasa, speeding on his way, He rested. Him the black undulating cloud bedeweth, in this mid-air's depth, at the base of darkness,

15 As in the night the worshipping priest.

16 Eager for booty, craving strength and horses, we singers stir the Mighty, the strong, for friendship, who gives the mates we seek, whose succour fails not, to hasten, like a pitcher to the fountain.

17 Be Thou our guardian, show Thyself our kinsman, watching and blessing those who give for Thy sake; as Friend, as kindest Guardian, giving the suppliant vital strength and freedom.

18 Be helping Friend of those who seek Thy friendship: give life, when lauded, O Mighty One, to the singer. For, O Mighty One, we the priests have paid Thee worship, exalting Thee with these our devotions.

19 Alone, when the Bountiful Mighty One is lauded, He slayeth many ne'er-resisted obstructors. Him in whose keeping is the well-loved singer, never do angels or mortals stay or hinder.

20 E'en so let the Bountiful, the loud-voiced Mighty One, give us true blessings, foeless, men's upholder. King of all creatures, give us glory amply, exalted glory due to him who lauds Thee.

21 Now, O Mighty One! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high like rivers for the singer. For Thee a new hymn, Lord of Bays! is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.