1 Through the fine fingers, with the song, this Hero comes with rapid ears,

Going to its appointed place.

2 In holy thought he ponders much for the great worship of God.

Where the angels have their seat.

3 Like a good horse is he led out, when on the path that shines with light

The mettled steeds exert their strength.

4 He brandishes his horns on high, and whets them, Bull who leads the herd,

Doing with might heroic deeds.

5 He moves, a vigorous Steed, adorned with beauteous rays of shining gold,

Becoming Sovereign of the streams.

6 He, over places rough to pass, bringing rich treasures closely packed,

Descends into the reservoirs.

7 Men beautify him in the vats, him worthy to be beautified,

Him who brings forth abundant food.

8 Him, even him, the fingers ten and the seven songs make beautiful,

Well-weaponed, best of gladdeners.