1 The guerdon is bestowed: the Mighty takes his seat, and, ever watchful, guards from the fiend and evil spirit.

Gold-hued, he makes the cloud his diadem, the milk his carpet in both worlds, and prayer his robe of state.

2 Strong, sounding, he goes, like one who strikes down the wicked; he lets this hue of darkness flow off from him,

Throws off his covering, seeks his source, and thus makes for himself the bright robe he assumes.

3 Onward he flows, from both the hands, pressed out with stones: excited by the prayer, the water makes him wild.

He frolics and draws near, completes his work with song, and bathes in streams to satisfy the worshipper.

4 They pour out sweetness around the Master of the house, the Celestial Strengthener of the mountain that gives might;

In whom, through his great powers, cows that yield for offering in their uplifted udder mix their choicest milk.

5 They, the ten sisters, in the lap of mercy, have sent him forward like a car from both the arms.

He wanders and comes near the Cow's mysterious place, even the place which his inventions have produced.

6 Like as a falcon to his home, so speeds he to his own golden, wisely-fashioned place to rest.

With song they urge the darling to the sacred grass: the Holy One goes like a courser to the righteous.

7 From far away, from heaven, the red-hued, noted Sage, Steer of the triple height, hath sung unto the kine.

With thousand guidings he, leading this way and that, shines, as a singer, splendidly through many a morn.

8 His covering assumes a radiant hue; where'er he comes into the fight he drives the foe afar.

The Winner of the Floods, with food he seeks the host of heaven, he comes to praises glorified with milk.

9 Like a bull roaming round the herds he sounds: he hath assumed the brilliancy of the sun.

Down to the earth hath looked the heavenly Falcon: with wisdom he views all living creatures.