1. With every guide the enemies are destroyed
And from his face the guided one shines

2. The riding beasts hasten to him eagerly
And the caravan finds the distant goal near

3. The hearts' daughters plunge towards him
In a meadow where the dew flows gently

4. If the archers missed their target
It spread out with a pattern that gives guidance

5. And there appeared over a free horizon
A hand that reaches out to every seeker

6. Saving him from seas of darkness
And casting him into seas of light