I pray to that friend of the path, Who wears a crown on his head, Who kills his enemies by his trident, Who wears a crescent which showers nectar, And who burnt by the fire of his eyes, Which are on his forehead, Him who has the five arrows like an insect.

I pray to that friend of the path,
Who wears a crown on his head,
Who kills his enemies by his trident,
Who wears a crescent which showers nectar,
And who burnt by the fire of his eyes,
Which are on his forehead,
Him who has the five arrows like an insect.