Cleanse us, O God, Friend of all men, with rays of splendour! With breath and clouds let the wind cleanse us, and, rich in milky rain, let earth and heaven, holy, cleanse us with their water.

2 Lay hold on truthful speech, whose forms and regions have fair smooth backs, who is all men's treasure. Through her may we, at our banquets singing her glory, be the lords of riches.

3 For splendour, seize on her whom all men honour, becoming pure yourselves, and bright, and brilliant. Here, through our prayer, rejoicing in the banquet, long may we look upon the sun ascending.