1 Flow on, O sap, with pleasant stream, a Bull devoted to God's service, Our Friend, unto the woollen sieve.

2 Pour hitherward that gladdening stream of thine,

And send us coursers full of strength.

3 Flow to the filter hitherward, pouring that ancient gladdening juice,

Streaming forth power and high renown.

4 Hither the sparkling drops have flowed, like waters down a steep descent

They have reached the Mighty One purified.

5 Which, having passed the filter, ten fingers cleanse, as 'twere a vigorous steed,

While it disports in the wood,-

6 The steer-strong juice with milk pour forth, for the feast and service of God,

To Him who bears away the draught.

7 Effused, the sap flows onward with its stream to the Mighty One, to God,

So that its milk may strengthen.

8 Essence of devotion, the juice effused flows quickly on: it keeps

Its ancient wisdom of a Sage.

9 So pouring forth, as the Mighty One's gift, strong drink, best Gladdener! for the feast,

Thou, even in secret, storest hymns.