2Thee, then, O Pusan, like a swift one on his way, I urge with lauds that thou mayst make the foemen fle e, drive, camel−like, our foes afar. As I, a man, call thee, a God, giver of bliss, to be my Friend, So make our loudly−chanted praises glorious, in battles make them glorious.

3Thou, Pusan, in whose friendship they who sing forth praise enjoy advantage, even in wisdom, through thy grace, in wisdom even they are advanced. So, after this most recent course, we come to thee with prayers for wealth. Not stirred to anger, O Wide−Ruler, come to us, come thou to us in every fight.

4Not stirred to anger, come, Free−giver, nigh to us, to take this gift of ours, thou who hast goats for steed s, Goat−borne! their gift who long for fame. So, Wonder−Worker! may we turn thee hither with effectual lauds. I slight thee not, O Pusan, thou Resplendent One: thy friendship may not be despised.