1 A pen wherein to dwell at ease, abundance and prosperity, whate'er is called the birth of day, all this do we bestow on you.

2 May God the Friend pour gifts on you, the Nourisher, the Lord of Prayer, and the Mighty winner of the prize. Make ye my riches grow with me.

3 Moving together, free from fear, with plenteous droppings in this pen, bearing sweet milk like sweet juice, come hither free from all disease.

4 Come hither, to this place, O Cows: here thrive as though ye were manured. Even here increase and multiply: let us be friendly, you and me.

5 Auspicious be this stall to you. Prosper like cultivated rice. Even here increase and multiply. Myself do we bestow on you.

6 Follow me, Cows, as master of the cattle. Here may this Cow-pen make you grow and prosper. Still while we live may we approach you living, ever increasing with the growth of riches.