1 Here, even here I fix my firm-set dwelling: flowing with fatness may it stand in safety. May we approach thee, House! with all our people, unharmed and goodly men, and dwell within thee.

2 Even here, O House, stand thou on firm foundation, wealthy in horses, rich in kine and gladness. Wealthy in nourishment, in milk and fatness, rise up for great felicity and fortune.

3 A spacious store, O House, art thou, full of clean corn and lofty-roofed. Let the young calf and little boy approach thee, and milch-kine streaming homeward in the evening.

4 This House may God stablish, the Light-giver, the Giver of breath, the Lord of Prayer who knows the way, and the Mighty. May the rain-bearing winds sprinkle it with fatness, and may God the Bountiful King make our corn-land fruitful.

5 O Home! thou, sheltering, kindly dwelling, wast stablished by God's decree in the beginning. Clad in thy robe of grass be a blessing to us, and give us wealth with goodly men about us.

6 Thou Pole, in ordered fashion mount the pillar. Strong, shining forth afar, keep off our foemen. House! let not those who dwell within thee suffer. Live we, with all our men, a hundred autumns.

7 To this the tender boy hath come, to this the calf with all the beasts, to this the crock of foaming milk, hither with jars of curdled milk.

8 Bring hitherward, O dame, the well-filled pitcher, the stream of molten butter blent with honey and sweet drink. Refresh these guests with a draught of sweet water. May the reward of all our pious works guard this dwelling.

9 Water that kills consumption, free from all consumption, here I bring. With the sacred fire I enter and possess the house.