1 Sing praise to Him, the Lord of Light. The righteous have made the God their messenger,

And sent their offering to the righteous.

2 The Bounteous Giver, bright with varied flames, laud Thou, O singer Sobhari,

Him who controls this sacred food, who hath first claim to devotion.

3 Thee have we chosen skilfullest in worship, Immortal Priest among the righteous,

Wise finisher of this holy rite:

4 The Son of Strength, the blessed, brightly shining One, whose light is excellent.

May He by devotion win us in heaven the grace of the Friend, the All-Seeing, and the Floods.

5 The mortal who hath ministered to God with offering, fuel, ritual lore,

And reverence, skilled in devotion.

6 Verily swift to run are his fleet-footed steeds, and most resplendent fame is his.

No trouble caused by angels or wrought by mortal man from any side o'ertaketh him.

7 May we by Thine own fires be well supplied with fire, O Son of Strength, O Lord of Might:

Thou as our Friend hast worthy men.

8 He who praises like a guest of friendly mind is as a car that brings us gear.

Also in Thee is found perfect security: Thou art the Sovereign Lord of wealth.

9 That man, moreover, merits praise who brings, auspicious God, gifts for Thy sake.

May he win riches by his thoughts.

10 He for whose devotion Thou standest up erect is prosperous and rules o'er men.

He wins with coursers and with singers skilled in song: with heroes he obtains the prize.

11 He in whose dwelling the light is chief ornament, and, all-desired, loves his laud well,

And zealously tends his offerings,

12 His, or the lauding sage's word, his, Son of Strength! who is most prompt with sacred gifts,

Set Thou beneath the righteous, above mankind, the speech of the intelligent.

13 He who with gifts or homage bringeth the very skilful nigh,

Or him who flashes fast with song,

14 The mortal who with blazing fuel, as his laws command, adores the Perfect God,

Blest with his thoughts in splendour shall exceed all men, as though he overpassed the floods.

15 Give us the splendour, O God, which may overcome each greedy fiend in our abode,

The wrath of evil-hearted folk.

16 That wherewith the Friend, the All-Seeing, the Lord of kindness, the healers, the Bestower give us light,

That may we, by Thy power finding best furtherance, worship, O Mighty, helped by Thee.

17 O God, most devout are they, the sages who have set Thee, Sage exceeding wise,

O God, for men to look upon:

18 Who have arranged Thine altar, Blessed God, at morn brought their offering, given thanks.

They by their deeds of strength have won mighty wealth, who have set all their hope in Thee.

19 May God worshipped bring us bliss, may the gift, Blessed One, and devotion bring bliss;

Yea, may our praises bring us bliss.

20 Show forth the mind that brings success in war with fiends, wherewith Thou conquerest in fight.

Bring down the many firm hopes of our enemies, and let us vanquish with Thine aid.

21 I praise with song the Friend of man, whom the righteous sent down to be herald and messenger,

Best worshipper, bearer of our gifts.

22 Thou unto sharp-toothed Radiant God, Young and Radiant, proclaimest with Thy song the feast,

Who for our sweet strains moulds heroic strength when sacred oil is offered Him.

23 While, served with sacred oil, now upward and now downward the flame moves its sword,

As doth the lord his robe.

24 The God, the Friend of man, who bears our gifts to heaven, the God with His sweet-smelling mouth,

Distributes, skilled in devotion, His precious things, Invoking Priest, Immortal God.

27 Like a son cherished in his father's house, let our offering rise unto the righteous.

28 With Thine immediate aid may I, excellent Lord, ever gain my wish,

A mortal with God to help.

29 O God, by Thy wisdom, by Thy bounties, by Thy leading may I gather wealth.

Excellent Lord, Thou art called my Providence: delight Thou to be liberal.

30 O God, he conquers by Thine aid that brings him store of noble heroes and great strength,

Whose bond of friendship is Thy choice.

31 Thy spark is black and crackling, kindled in due time, O Bounteous, it is taken up.

Thou art the dear Friend of the mighty mornings: Thou shinest in glimmerings of the night.

32 We Sobharis have come to Him, for succour, who is good to help with thousand powers,

The Sovereign, Trasadasyu's Friend.

33 O God, Thou on whom all other fires depend, as branches on the parent stem,

I make the treasures of the folk, like songs, mine own, while I exalt Thy sovereign might.

34 The mortal whom, O Merciful, ye, guileless, lead to the farther bank

Of all the princes, Bounteous Ones,

35 Whoe'er he be, Man-ruling Kings! the Regent of the race of men,

May we, O Friend, All-Seeing, and Lord of kindness, like him be furtherers of your law.

37 And Syava too for me led forth a strong steed at Suvastu's ford:

A herd of three times seventy kine, good lord of gifts, he gave to me.