1 We through the Master of the Field, even as through a friend, obtain what nourisheth our kine and steeds. In such may He be good to us.

2 As the cow yieldeth milk, pour for us freely, Lord of the Field, the wave that beareth sweetness, distilling meath, well-purified like butter, and let the Lords of holy Law be gracious.

3 Sweet be the plants for us, the heavens, the waters, and full of sweets for us be air's mid-region. May the Field's Lord for us be full of sweetness, and may we follow after Him uninjured.

4 Happily work our steers and men, may the plough furrow happily. Happily be the traces bound; happily may he ply the goad.

5 O wind and sun, welcome this laud, and with the milk which ye have made in heaven bedew ye both this earth of ours.

6 Auspicious furrow, come thou near: we ask God that thou mayst bless and prosper us and bring us fruits abundantly.

7 May God press the furrow down, may He guide its course aright. May she, as rich in milk, be drained for us through each succeeding year.

8 Happily let the shares turn up the ploughland, happily go the ploughers with the oxen. With meath and milk may the rain-cloud make us happy. Grant us prosperity, O God.