Come now, O Pūṣan, lord of flocks, protector of the wanderer. We call to thee on every road, in every season, rain or shine.

The shepherd knoweth not the way if he should lose thy guiding hand. The caravan is lost in darkness if thy torch doth not shine clear.

Thou art the lord of all the beasts—the cattle, sheep, and gentle goats. Thy care is over every creature that doth graze upon the meadow fair.

The calf that strays is brought back home by thy invisible hand. The lamb that wanders from the fold is gathered in by thy compassion.

O Pūṣan, thou hast seen so much! Ten thousand years thy eye hath watched the great procession of the mortals and the beasts. Yet never once hath thy affection turned away.

Thou art the bridge between the worlds. Thou walkest betwixt the realm of men and the realm of the divine. Thou art the messenger, the herald, the deliverer of prayers.

The merchant prays to thee for safety. The soldier calls to thee for strength. The lover seeks thy blessing when he journeys to his beloved's side.

Grant us this day thy gentle care. Protect us from all harm and strife. Keep us from evil and from those who would do us hurt.

Let our journeys be swift and sure. Let our destinations be reached in peace. Let us return safe to our homes, bearing gifts and glory from afar.

O Pūṣan, golden one, receive our praise. Be thou our guide, our guard, our ever-present friend. Walk with us upon the roads of life, now and forevermore.