1. Aim your arrows high, for God guides their flight,
And sheathe your swords, for destiny rules their might.

2. Fruitful success, clouds of wisdom rain it down,
As you sow so shall glory garland your crown.

3. When regiments win a way to the foe,
You win the fray, guiding them as they go.

4. If arrows strike the target one by one,
None question the archer was their journey done.

5. Health to our minister! Bringing with it victory,
As comes the dawn after night - brightness can we see.

6. If you complain you'll find religion is complaining too,
Chivalry, generosity - all things man can do.

7. So you see youth sallow faced and worn,
Pale sun obscured - its complaining self forlorn.

8. How can the world make you sick, make you ill,
When lord, it sickens itself to foster your will?

9. If your stars were to battle they would shake
And fall to bless you - no heights they'd not take.