2Bring us the wealth that men require, a manly master of a house, Free−handed with the liberal meed.

3Even him who would not give, do thou, O glowing Pusan, urge to give, And make the niggard's soul grow soft.

4Clear paths that we may win the prize; scatter our enemies afar. Strong God, be all our thoughts fulfilled.

5Penetrate with an awl, O Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls, And make them subject to our will.

6Thrust with thine awl, O Pusan: seek that which the niggard's heart holds dear, And make him subject to our will.

7Tear up and read in pieces, Sage, the hearts of avaricious churls, And make them subject to our will.

8Thou, glowing Pusan, carriest an awl that urges men to prayer; Therewith do thou tear up and rend to shreds the heart of every one.

9Thou bearest, glowing Lord! a goad with horny point that guides the cows Thence do we seek thy gift of bliss.

10And make this hymn of ours produce kine, horses, and a store of wealth For our delight and use as men.