May I be a glory among men, Svaha! May I be better than the richest, Svaha! May I enter into thee, O treasure (Om), Svaha! Thou, O treasure, enter into me, Svaha! In thee, consisting of a thousand branches, in thee, O treasure, I am cleansed, Svaha! As water runs downward, as the months go to the year, so, O preserver of the world, may Brahman-students always come to me from all sides, Svaha! Thou art a refuge! Enlighten me! Take possession of me!

In plain words: A teacher prays to Om, the sacred sound, calling it a treasure. He asks to be honored among people and richer than the richest, to become one with Om and be made clean by it, and for students to come to him as steadily as water flows downhill. He ends by asking Om to be his shelter, to give him understanding and to take hold of him completely.