1 The seven tones, risen from the whitebacked offering, have made their way between the pair of Mothers.

Both circumjacent Parents come together to yield us length of days; they hasten forward.

2 The Male who dwells in heaven hath mares and milch-kine: he came to the bounteous ones who bring sweet treasure.

To thee, safe resting in the seat of Order, the Cow alone upon her way proceedeth.

3 Wise Master, wealthy finder-out of riches, he mounted those who may with ease be guided.

He, dark-backed, manifold with varied aspect, hath made them burst forth from their food, the brushwood.

4 Strength-giving streams bear hither Him eternal, fain to support the mighty work of the Maker.

He, flashing in His home with all His glory, hath filled both the worlds as they were single.

5 They know the blessing of the Lord, and are joyful under the flame-coloured Lord's dominion:

They who give shine from heaven with fair effulgence, whose lofty song must be honoured.

6 Yea, by tradition from the ancient sages they brought great strength from the two mighty Parents,

To where the singer's Lord, the night's dispeller, after His proper law hath waxen stronger.

7 Seven holy singers guard with five attendants the firmly-settled station beloved of the Bird.

The willing ones, untouched by age, rejoice: as angels themselves they follow the ways of the angels.

8 I crave the grace of heaven's two chief callers: the seven swift steeds joy in their wonted manner.

These speak of truth, praising the Truth Eternal, thinking on Order as the guards of Order.

9 The many seek the great Steed as a stallion: the reins obey the Lord of varied colour.

O heavenly Priest, most pleasant, full of wisdom, bring Thy angels to us, and Earth and Heaven.

10 Rich Lord, the Mornings have gleamed forth in splendour, fair-rayed, fair-speaking, worshipped with all offerings.

Yea, with the glory of the earth, O God the Radiant, forgive us, for our weal, even sin committed.

11 As holy food, O God, to him who calls upon Thee give wealth in cattle, lasting, rich in marvels.

To us be born a son, and spreading offspring. O God, be this Thy gracious will to usward.