Hero, the juice being pressed, I pour it out as an offering for Thy sake. Accept it, and be gracious.

2 Let not the fools, or those who mock, turn Thee from us when we seek Thine aid: Thou lovest not the enemies of prayer.

3 Here let them with rich milky offering give thanks for Thy great munificence, as the wild bull comes to the lake.

4 Praise, even as He is known, with song, God the Mighty, the guardian of the kine, the Lord of Truth, Lord of the brave.

5 Here we gather on the sacred grass, where we in concert sing our songs.

6 For God the Mighty, Thunder-armed, the kine have yielded mingled milk and sweetness, what time He found them in the vault.