1SHORTEN our ways, O Pūṣan, move aside obstruction in the path:     Go close before us, cloud-born God.

2Drive, Pūṣan, from our road the wolf, the wicked inauspicious wolf,     Who lies in wait to injure us.

3Who lurks about the path we take, the robber with a guileful heart:     Far from the road chase him away.

4Tread with thy foot and trample out the firebrand of the wicked one,     The double-tongued, whoe’er he be.

5Wise Pūṣan, Wonder-Worker, we claim of thee now the aid wherewith     Thou furtheredst our sires of old.

6So, Lord of all prosperity, best wielder of the golden sword,     Make riches easy to be won.

7Past all pursuers lead us, make pleasant our path and fair to tread:     O Pūṣan, find thou power for this.

8Lead us to meadows rich in grass: send on our way no early heat:     O Pūṣan, find thou power for this.

9Be gracious to us, fill us full, give, feed us, and invigorate:     O Pūṣan, find thou power for this.

10No blame have we for Pūṣan; him we magnify with songs of praise:     We seek the Mighty One for wealth.