1 Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment,

And all felicities.

2 As thine is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice,

Seat thee on the dear sacred grass.

3 And, finding for us kine and steeds, with thy juice flow on

Through days that fly most rapidly.

4 As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and stays the enemy,

Thus, Vanquisher of thousands! flow.