1 This cow was born to bring forth offspring singly, though kine of every colour were created.

When she produces twins in spite of Order, sullen, with groan and grudge she seems to harm the cattle.

2 She brings distress upon the beasts.

Yea, give her in charity to the needy scholar that she may bring luck and happiness.

3 Be thou auspicious to our folk, bring luck to horses and to kine.

Auspicious unto all this farm, bring luck and happiness to us.

4 Let there be rain and increase here, here be thou most munificent.

Mother of twins, prosper our herd.

5 Where, having left all sickness of their bodies, the pious lead, as friends, their lives of gladness—

Nigh to that world approached the twin calves' mother. May God not let her harm our people and our cattle.

6 Where lies the world of those dear friends, the pious, those who have given due offering for God's sake—

Nigh to that world approached the twin calves' mother. May God not let her harm our people and our cattle.