1 The kine have come and brought good fortune: let them rest in the cow-pen and be happy near us.

Here let them stay prolific, many-coloured, and yield through many morns their milk for the sake of God.

2 God aids him who offers worship and praise: He takes not what is his, and gives him more thereto.

Increasing ever more and ever more his wealth, He makes the pious dwell within unbroken bounds.

3 These are ne'er lost, no robber ever injures them: no evil-minded foe attempts to harass them.

The master of the kine lives a long life with these, the Cows whereby he pours his gifts and serves God.

4 The charger with his dusty brow o'ertakes them not, and never to the shambles do they take their way.

These Cows, the cattle of the pious worshipper, roam over wide-spread pasture where no danger is.

5 To me the Cows seem a gift of God, a sign of His bounty.

These present Cows, O ye men, are His gift. I long for God with my heart and spirit.

6 O Cows, ye fatten e'en the worn and wasted, and make the unlovely beautiful to look on.

Prosper my home, ye with auspicious voices! Your power is magnified in our assemblies.

7 In goodly pasturage, bright-hued, prolific, drinking pure water at fair drinking-places,

Never be thief or sinful man your master, and may the wrath of God still avoid you!