1 At one their paths the Mothers go, sisters of those who minister, blending their water with the mead.

2 May yonder Waters near the Sun, or those wherewith the Sun is joined, send forth this offering of ours.

3 I call the Waters, God's blessed creation, hitherward where our cattle drink: the streams must share the offering.

4 Immortal life is in the Waters, in the Waters balm. Yea, through our praises of the Floods, O horses, be ye fleet and strong, and, O ye kine, be full of strength.