1 Three clean creatures, full of blessings, curse betimes while yet invoking: the cow, the horse, and then the sacred plant. The cow cries to her driver thus: Childless be thou, shorn of offspring, evil-famed and slander-followed, who foddered fairly dost not use me, but fattenest me for wife or children, and for thy niggard selfish meal.

2 The horse cries to his rider thus: Be not a spanner of the racers; stretch no coursers to full speed; do not stride across the fleetest, thou who dost not pray for me swiftness in the meeting thick with numbers, in the circuit thronged with men.

3 The plant speaks to its drinker thus: Childless be thou, shorn of offspring, evil-famed and slander-followed, who holdest me from full outpouring, as a robber, skulls in-crushing. No head-smiter am I ever, holy plant, far from death.

4 Forth my father gave an offering; tongue and left eye chose the Lord, set apart for the meal of the plant.

5 Who this offering would deny me, eats himself, or prays it from me, this which the Wise Lord gave to bless me, tongue with left eye as my portion.

6 In his house is born no fire-priest, warrior never in chariot standing, never more the thrifty tiller. In his home be born Dahakas, Murakas of evil practice, doing deeds of double nature.

7 Quick, cut off then the portion of the plant, the gift of flesh for the doughty one! Heed lest he bind thee fettered, as he bound the fell Turanian Frangrasyan, the murderous robber, fast in iron close-surrounded in the mid-third of this earth!

8 Thereupon spake Zarathushtra: Praise be to God for His provision; good is the gift of God.

10 To Thee, O God, bearer of the ritual sanctity, I offer this my person, which is seen by all to be mature and fit for gift; to Thee, the effective, do I offer it, and to the sacred exhilaration which Thou bestowest; and do Thou grant to me for this, O holy One, who drivest death afar, Heaven, the best world of the saints, shining, all brilliant.

11 (The Ashem Vohu prayer.)

12-15. May Thou rule at Thy will, O Lord!

16 I confess myself a worshipper of the Wise Lord, of the order of Zarathushtra.

17 I celebrate my praises for good thoughts, good words, and good deeds, for my thoughts, my speeches, and my actions. With chanting praises I present all good thoughts, good words, and good deeds, and with rejection I repudiate all evil thoughts, and words, and deeds.

18 Here I give to You, O ye bountiful gifts of God, sacrifice and homage with the mind, with words, deeds, and my entire person; yea, I offer to You the flesh of my very body, and I praise Righteousness. A blessing is Righteousness, called the Best.