Shorten our paths, O Pūṣan, drive away obstacles on our journey: Come near before us, cloud-born God.
Drive, Pūṣan, the wolf from our path, the wicked one who lurks to harm us, Who waits in ambush to do us wrong.
He who lurks along our way, the thief with a deceitful heart: Drive him far from our path.
With your foot, crush out the firebrand of the wicked one, The double-tongued, whoever they may be.
Wise Pūṣan, Wonder-Worker, grant us now the aid you gave to our ancestors, To help them prosper long ago.
As Lord of all prosperity, best wielder of the golden sword, Make it easy to win riches.
Lead us past all pursuers, make our path pleasant and fair to walk: O Pūṣan, grant us power for this.
Lead us to lush meadows filled with grass: send no early heat on our way: O Pūṣan, grant us power for this.
Be kind to us, fill us with strength, feed us, and invigorate: O Pūṣan, grant us power for this.
We have no fault to find with Pūṣan; we sing his praises with song: We seek the Mighty One for wealth.