1 Ye Twain who rule, in heaven and earth, the region, clothed be your clouds in robes of oil and fatness.

May the imperial All-Seeing, and the Friend, and the high-born Lord of kindness accept our presents.

2 Kings, guards of mighty everlasting Order, come hitherward, ye princes, Lords of rivers.

Send us from heaven, O All-Seeing and Friend, rain and sweet food, ye who pour down your bounties.

3 May the dear God, the All-Seeing, and the Friend conduct us by the most effective pathways,

That foes may say unto Sudas our chieftain, May we, too, joy in food with the righteous to guard us.

4 Him who hath wrought for you this car in spirit, who makes the song rise upward and sustains it,

Bedew with fatness, All-Seeing and Friend, ye Kings, make glad the pleasant dwelling-places.

5 To You this laud, O All-Seeing and Friend, is offered like bright provision to the wind.

Favour our songs of praise, wake thought and spirit. Preserve us evermore with blessings.