1 For You I deck a harmless hymn, presenting my thanksgiving to the All-Seeing and the Mighty.

A hymn that shines like heavenly dawn with fatness. May they be near us on the march and guard us.

2 Here where the arrows fall amid the banners both hosts invoke in emulation.

O God, smite back those our foemen, yea, smite them with Your shaft to every quarter.

3 Self-lucid in their seats, e'en heavenly waters endowed with His signs of the All-Seeing and the Mighty.

One of these holds the folk distinct and sundered, the Other smites and slays resistless foemen.

4 Wise be the priest and skilled in Law Eternal, who with his sacred gifts and oration

Brings You to aid us with Your might, O Merciful: let him have viands to promote his welfare.

5 May this my song reach God, the All-Seeing, the Mighty, and, strongly urging, win me sons and offspring.

To the banquet of the righteous may we go with riches. Preserve us evermore with blessings.