1 If I, O God, were, like Thee, the single Sovereign of all wealth,

My worshipper should be rich in kine.

2 I should be fain, O Lord of Power, to strengthen and enrich the sage,

Were I the lord of herds of kine.

3 To worshippers who give, Thy goodness, O God, is a cow

Yielding in plenty kine and steeds.

4 None is there, O God, angel or man, to hinder Thy munificence,

The wealth which, lauded, Thou wilt give.

5 Devotion made God's praise strong when He unrolled the earth, and made

Himself a diadem in heaven.

6 Thine aid we claim, O God, Thine who after Thou hast waxen great

Hast won all treasures for Thine own.

7 In the joy of the gift God spread the firmament and realms of light,

When He cleft the oppressor limb from limb.

8 Showing the hidden He drave forth the cows for the seers,

And the oppressor He cast headlong down.

9 By God were the luminous realms of heaven established and secured,

Firm and immovable from their place.

10 O God, Thy laud moves quickly like a joyous wave of water-floods:

Bright shine the gifts that gladden Thee.

11 For Thou, O God, art He whom hymns and praises magnify:

Thou blessest those who worship Thee.

12 Let the two long-maned bay steeds bring God to accept the offering,

The Bountiful to our devotion.

13 With waters' foam Thou torest off, O God, the head of Namuci,

Subduing all contending hosts.

14 The oppressors, when they fain would climb by arts of deceit and mount to heaven,

Thou, O God, castest down to earth.

15 As conqueror of all, Thou scatteredst to every side

Their settlement who poured no gifts.