1 This Sage, exalted by our lauds, flows to the purifying cloth,

Scattering foes as he is cleansed.

2 As giving power and winning light, for the Mighty One's sake he

Is poured upon the filtering-cloth.

3 The men conduct him, Steer, Omniscient, and the Head of Heaven,

Effused into the vats of wood.

4 Longing for kine, longing for gold hath the Purifier lowed,

Still Conqueror, never overcome.

5 This Purifier, gladdening draught, drops on the filtering cloth, and then

Mounts up with the Sun to the sky.

6 To the Mighty One in the firmament this mighty tawny Steer hath flowed,

This sap, being purified.