1 Thy streams that never fail or waste flow forth like showers of rain from heaven,

To bring a thousand stores of strength.

2 He flows beholding on his way all well-beloved sacred lore,

Green-tinted, brandishing his arms.

3 He, when the people deck him like a docile king of elephants,

Sits as a falcon in the wood.

4 So bring thou hitherward to us, while thou art purified,

All treasures both of heaven and earth.