1 This provision hath been made ready for Thee, O God: come hither, Lord of Bays, for this Thou lovest.

Partake of this fair, this well-prepared offering: Bountiful One, give us wealth when we implore Thee.

2 Come to us quickly with Thy Bay Steeds, Hero, come to our prayer, accepting our devotion.

Enjoy Thyself aright at this thanksgiving, and listen Thou unto the prayers we offer.

3 What satisfaction do our hymns afford Thee? When, Bountiful One? Now let us do Thee service.

Hymns, only hymns, with love for Thee, I weave Thee: then hear, O God, these mine invocations.

4 They, verily, were also human beings whom Thou wast wont to hear, those earlier sages.

Hence I, O Bountiful One, invoke Thee: Thou art our Providence, our Lord.

5 We will address this liberal Lord, that He may grant us gifts of ample riches,

Best favourer of the singer's prayer and praises. Preserve us evermore with blessings.