1 What friend of man, God-loving, hath delighted, yearning therefor, this day in the Mighty One's friendship? Who with enkindled flame and flowing gifts laudeth Him for His great protecting favour?

2 Who hath with prayer bowed to the Giver? What pious man endues the beams of morning? Who seeks bond, friendship, brotherhood with the Mighty One? Who hath recourse unto the Sage for succour?

3 Who claims to-day the protection of the righteous, asks the Boundless One for light, or the Sustainers? Of whose gift do the Healers, the Mighty and the Radiant, well-inclined in spirit, take notice?

4 To him shall the Radiant One give shelter: long shall he look upon the sun up-rising, who sayeth, Let us give for the Mighty One's sake, man's Friend, the Hero manliest of heroes.

5 Him neither few men overcome, nor many; to him shall the Boundless One give spacious shelter. Dear is the pious, the devout, to the Mighty One; dear is the zealous, dear the giver.

6 This Hero curbs the mighty for the zealous: the giver's brew the Mighty One possesses solely; no brother, kin, or friend to him who gives not, destroyer of the dumb who would resist Him.

7 Not with the wealthy churl who gives nothing doth the Mighty One bind alliance. He draws away his wealth and slays him naked, own Friend to him who offers, for his offering.

8 Highest and lowest, men who stand between them, going, returning, dwelling in contentment, those who show forth their strength when urged to battle: these are the men who call for aid on the Mighty One.