1 Forth from the mortar is the juice sent, like a car-horse, to the sieve:

The Steed steps forward to the goal.

2 Thus, watchful, bearing well, cheering the righteous, flow past the sieve,

Turned to the vat that drops with meath.

3 Excellent Lord, make the lights shine brightly out for us.

Speed us to mental power and skill.

4 He, beautified by pious men, and coming from their hands adorned,

Flows through the fleecy straining-cloth.

5 May God pour all treasures of the heavens, the earth, the firmament

Upon the liberal worshipper.

6 Thou mountest to the height of heaven, seeking steeds and kine,

And seeking heroes, Lord of Strength!