1 Revering in our heart the Light of all men, the finder of the light, whose promises are true,

The liberal, gladsome, car-borne God, we Kusikas invoke Him with offerings, seeking wealth with songs.

2 That bright Light of all men we invoke for help, and the Wind worthy of the song of praise;

The Lord of Prayer for man's observance of the commands of God, the Singer prompt to hear, the swiftly-moving guest.

3 Age after age the Light of all men, neighing like a horse, is kindled with the women by the Kusikas.

May He who wakes among the Immortal angels grant us heroic strength and wealth in noble steeds.

4 Let them go forth, the strong, as flames of fire with might. Gathered for victory they have yoked their spotted deer.

Pourers of floods, the angels of the storm, masters of all wealth, they who can ne'er be conquered, make the mountains shake.

5 The angels of the storm, friends of men, are glorious as the fire: their mighty and resplendent succour we implore.

Those storming ones, clothed in robes of rain, boon-givers of good gifts, roar as the lions roar.

6 We, band on band and troop following troop, entreat with fair lauds the splendour of the Radiant One and the might of the angels,

With spotted deer for steeds, with wealth that never fails, they, wise ones, come to our gatherings.

7 God it is who knows, by His creation, all creatures. His is the light threefold, the measurer of the region, the exhaustless heat, named the burnt offering.

8 Bearing in mind a thought with light accordant, He purified the sun with three refinings;

By His own nature gained the highest treasure, and looked abroad over the earth and heaven.

9 The Spring that fails not with a hundred streamlets, Father inspired of prayers that men should utter,

The Sparkler, joyous in His Parents' bosom: Him, the Truth-speaker, satisfy, O earth and heaven.