Plain text of Mandala 4 · Hymn 20 God the Mighty
1 From near or far away may the mighty Giver of succour come for our protection, Lord of men, armed with thunder, with the Strongest, slaying His foes in conflict, in the battles.
2 May the Mighty One come to us with tawny coursers, inclined to us, to favour and enrich us. May the Bountiful, loud-voiced and wielding thunder, stand by us at this worship, in combat.
3 Thou, honouring this our worship, O Mighty One, shalt give us strength and fill us full of courage. To win the booty, Thunder-armed! like hunters may we with Thee subdue in fight our foemen.
4 Loving us well, benevolent, close beside us, be gracious, Godlike Mighty One, to our well-prepared offering. Accept the meath we offer, and delight Thee with food that cometh from the mountain ridges.
5 Him who is sung aloud by recent sages, like a ripe-fruited tree, a scythe-armed victor, I, like a bridegroom thinking of his consort, call hither, Him invoked of many;
6 Him who in native strength is like a mountain, the lofty Mighty One of old for conquest, terrific wielder of the ancient thunder, filled full with splendour as a jar with water.
7 Whom from of old there is not one to hinder, none to curtail the riches of His bounty. Pouring forth freely, O Thou Strong and Mighty, vouchsafe us riches, God invoked of many!
8 Of wealth and homes of men Thou art the ruler, and opener of the stable of the cattle. Helper of men, winner of spoil in combats, Thou leadest to an ample heap of riches.
9 By what great might is He renowned as strongest, wherewith the Lofty One stirs up wild battles? Best soother of the worshipper's great sorrow, He gives possessions to the man who lauds Him.
10 Slay us not; bring, bestow on us the ample gift which Thou hast to give to him who offers. At this new gift, with this laud sung before Thee, extolling Thee, we, O Mighty One, will declare it.
11 Now, O Mighty One! lauded, glorified with praises, let power swell high, like rivers, for the singer. A new hymn, Lord of Bays! for Thee is fashioned. May we, car-borne, through song be victors ever.