Dark the descent; the strong-winged birds are golden: they fly aloft to heaven, enrobed in waters. They have come hither from the seat of Order, and inundated earth with streams of fatness.

2 Ye make floods rich in milk, make plants propitious, what time ye stir, O golden-breasted servants of God! Pour down your showers of vigorous strength and favour there where ye sprinkle sweetness, O mighty ones.

3 O servants of God, send down, streaming with water, rain which, filling all the sloping valleys, leaps down in plenty.