1 To the Radiant One, to this God of yours I sing aloud with utmost power. May He come to us with His angels, and sit, best of those worshipped, on the grass.

2 The Holy, whose are earth and heaven, and succour waits upon His strength;

Him men who bring offerings laud, and they who wish to gain, for grace.

3 He is the Sage who guides these men, Leader of sacred rites is He.

Him, your own Lord, serve ye well, who winneth and bestoweth wealth.

4 So may the gracious Lord grant most goodly shelter for our use;

Whence in the heavens or in the floods He shall pour wealth upon our lands.

5 The singers kindle Him, the Priest, the Lord of tribes of men,

Resplendent and without a peer through His own excellent designs.

6 Help us, Thou Knower, best of all who call on God in song.

Beam, Friend of the angels, bliss on us, O Radiant One, a most liberal God.

7 Yea, grant us treasure thousandfold with children and with nourishment,

And, O God, splendid hero strength, exalted, wasting not away.