As sits the young bird on the tree rejoicing, so the swift pair of angels have been roused by clear laudation, whose Lord through many days is God, earth's guardian, friend of men, the best of heroes.

2 May we, when this dawn and the next come hither, be Thy best servants, most heroic Hero! Let the victorious car with triple splendour bring hitherward the hundred chiefs with Kutsa.

3 What was the gladdening offering that pleased Thee, O God? Speed to our doors, our songs, for Thou art mighty. Why dost Thou turn to me, what gift is acceptable? Fain would I bring food most meet to offer.

4 O God, what fame hath one like Thee among heroes? With what plan wilt Thou act? Why hast Thou sought us? As a true Friend, Wide-Strider, to sustain us, since food absorbs the thought of each among us.

5 Speed happily those, as the sun ends its journey, who do Thy bidding gladly, as bridegrooms meet their spouses; men who support with food the many songs that tell Thy praises, O God, strong by nature.

6 Thine are two measures, O God, wide, well-meted, heaven for Thy majesty, earth for Thy wisdom. Here for Thy choice are offerings mixed with butter: may the sweet gift be acceptable.

7 They have poured out a bowl to Him, to God, full of sweet juice, for faithful is His bounty. O'er earth's expanse His greatness is known by wisdom, the Friend of man, and by heroic exploits.

8 God hath conquered in His wars, the mighty: men strive in multitudes to win His friendship. Come to us as in battle, with gracious favour.