1 Flow on, O thou of lofty thought, flow swift in thy beloved form,

Saying, I go to the righteous.

2 Preparing what is unprepared, and bringing store of food to man,

Make Thou the rain descend from heaven.

3 With might, bestowing power, the juice enters the purifying sieve,

Far-seeing, sending forth its light.

4 This is it which in rapid course hath with the river's wave flowed down

From heaven upon the straining cloth.

5 Inviting him from far away, and even from near at hand, the juice

In the Mighty One's name is poured forth as meath.

6 In union they have sung the hymn: with stones they urge the Tawny One.

Sit in the place of worship.