1 On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens, the strength of the righteous, whom men must hail with shouts of joy.

The Gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, impetuously winneth splendour in the streams.

2 He takes his weapons, like a hero, in his hands, fain to win light, car-borne, in forays for the kine.

While stimulating the might of the Mighty, he is urged forward and balmed by sages skilful in their task.

3 As thou art purified with flowing wave, exhibiting thy strength enter thou the throat of the Mighty.

Make both worlds stream for us, as lightning doth the clouds: mete out exhaustless powers for us, as 'twere through song.

4 Onward he flows, the King of all that sees the light: the Lord of the seers hath raised the song of worship;

Even he who is adorned with the arrowy beam of the sun, Father of hymns, whose wisdom is beyond our reach.

5 Like as a bull to herds, thou flowest to the pail, sounding as a steer upon the water's lap.

So, best of cheerers, thou flowest on for the Mighty, that with thy protection we may overcome in fight.