1 O God, be kind to us when we approach Thee, good as a friend to friend, as sire and mother.

The races of mankind are great oppressors: burn up malignity that strives against us.

2 O God, burn up the unfriendly who are near us, burn Thou the foeman's curse who pays no worship.

Burn, O Bountiful One, Thou who markest well, the foolish: let Thine eternal nimble beams surround Thee.

3 With devotion, O God, and with offerings, desirous, I present my gift for strength and conquest,

With prayer, so far as I have power, adoring: this hymn divine to gain a hundred treasures.

4 Give with Thy glow, Thou Son of Strength, when lauded, great vital power to those who toil to serve Thee.

Give richly, O God, to the Visvamitras in rest and stir. Oft have we praised Thee.

5 Give us, O liberal Lord, great store of riches, for, O God, such art Thou when duly kindled.

Thou in the happy singer's home bestowest, amply with arms extended, things of beauty.