O Pūṣan, thou art called the nourisher of all the earth. The roots draw water; the seeds do sprout; the creatures grow and multiply.

Every living thing dependeth on thy bounty and thy care. Without thee, nothing thriveth; all would wither and would die.

Thou art the lord of sustenance, the keeper of the sacred store. The granary is full because of thee; the vessels overflow with grain.

The mother giveth milk to babe because the sacred power floweth through her. The cow doth give her milk; the ewe doth nourish all her young. All life sustaineth other life—and thou art the source of all this chain.

Thou feedest the immortal gods in heaven. Thou feedest mortal men on earth. Thou feedest all the beasts that roam the fields and forests and the mountains high.

When famine cometh, thou alone hast power to turn it back. When plague doth strike the cattle down, thy healing hand doth make them whole.

O Pūṣan, nourisher and lord, we pray to thee this sacred day. Grant that our fields may yield their crop. Grant that our cattle may be strong.

Give us sufficiency of food—not want, but not excess. Give us the wisdom to be grateful for the gifts that thou dost send.

And teach us to be generous in turn, to share our bread with those who hunger, to succor those who suffer want. For all sustenance is thine, and we are stewards of thy bounty.

O Pūṣan, golden one, receive our praise and our devotion true. Nourish us, now and evermore, in body, mind, and soul.