1 Come to our prayers, O God, Thou who knowest: let Thy Bay Steeds be yoked and guided hither.

Though mortal men on every side invoke Thee, still give Thine ear to us, O All-impeller.

2 Thy greatness reacheth to our invocation, the sages' prayer which, Potent God, Thou guardest.

What time Thy hand, O Mighty, holds the thunder, awful in strength Thou hast become resistless.

3 What time Thou drewest both world-halves together, like heroes led by Thee who call each other,

For Thou wast born for strength and high dominion, then e'en the active overthrew the sluggish.

4 Honour us in these present days, O God, for hostile men are making expiation.

Our sin that the sinless All-Seeing discovered, the Wondrous-Wise hath long ago forgiven.

5 We will address this liberal Lord, that He may grant us gifts of ample riches,

Best favourer of the singer's prayer and praises. Preserve us evermore with blessings.