1 Flow on, O sap, speed to the purifying cloth: A gift for the Mighty One's sake, as a Bull.

2 As mighty food speed hitherward, as a most splendid Steer:

Sit in thy place as one with strength.

3 The well-loved meath was made to flow, the stream of the creative juice

The Sage drew waters to Himself.

4 The mighty waters, yea, the floods accompany thee Mighty One,

When thou wilt clothe thee with the milk.

5 The lake is brightened in the floods. The sap, our friend, heaven's prop and stay,

Falls on the purifying cloth.

6 The tawny Bull hath bellowed, fair as the mighty Friend to behold:

He shines together with the Sun.

7 Songs, active in their might, are beautified for Thee, wherewith

Thou deckest Thyself for our delight.

8 To Thee, O Lord, who givest ample room, we pray, to win the joyous gift:

Great are the praises due to Thee.

9 O Lord, as Indra's Friend, on us pour with a stream of sweetness, like

The rain-cloud, sender of the rain.

10 Giver of kine art Thou, giver of heroes, steeds, and strength,

Primeval Soul of devotion.