1 Thou, O sap, dweller on the hills, effused, hast flowed into the sieve:

All-bounteous is the Giver.

2 God is the Sage; the meath is offspring of this sap:

All-bounteous is the Giver.

3 All the angels of one accord have come to witness it:

All-bounteous is the Giver.

4 He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired:

All-bounteous is the Giver.

5 Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine:

All-bounteous is the Giver.

6 Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world-halves:

All-bounteous is the Giver.

7 The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud:

All-bounteous is the Giver.