1 O Lord, Thou surely as Conqueror wilt give us wealth, Whereby in fight we may o'ercome that

which is strong and firmly fixed, as fire burns the woods with wind.

Let all the others die away.

2 We set no snares to tangle Thee; the Mighty One we worship and adore, Hero of heroes mightiest.

Once may He come unto us with His Steed, come unto us to win us strength, and to complete the devotion.

3 For, famous Lord, Thou art a dweller in the midst of frays.

Sage in wisdom, Thou art knit to him who seeketh Thee as friend. Hero, bestow on him his wish.

4 Nabhaka-like, with sacred song the praise of the Mighty One I sing,

His to whom all this world belongs, this heaven and this mighty earth which bear rich treasure in their lap.

5 To God send your prayers, as was Nabhaka's wont,-

Who oped with sideway opening the sea with its foundations seven-the Lord all powerful in His might.

6 Tear thou asunder, as of old, like tangles of a creeping plant,

Demolish thou the oppressor's might. May we with God's help divide the treasure He hath gathered up.

7 What time with this same song these men call on the Mighty in sundry ways,

May we with our own heroes quell those who provoke us to the fight, and conquer those who strive with us.

8 The Two refulgent with their beams rise and come downward from the sky.

By the command of God, flowing away, the rivers run which He released from their restraint.

9 O Lord, many are Thine aids, many Thy ways of guiding us,

Lord of the Bay Steeds, Hinva's Son. To a Good Hero come our prayers, which soon shall have accomplishment.

10 Inspire him with your holy hymns, the Hero bright and glorious,

Him who with might demolisheth even the brood of Susna, and winneth for us the heavenly streams.

11 Inspire him worshipped with fair rites, the glorious Hero truly brave.

He brake in pieces Susna's brood who still expected not the stroke, and won for us the heavenly streams.

Let all the others die away.

12 Thus have we sung anew to God, as sang our sires, Angirases, and Mandhatar.

Guard us with triple shelter and preserve us: may we be masters of a store of riches.