1 On flows the stream that beholds mankind: by everlasting Law he calls the righteous from heaven.

He lightens with the roaring of the Lord of Prayer: the lakes have not contained the pourings of juice.

2 Thou, powerful one, thou to whom the cows have lowed, ascendest bright with sheen, thine iron-fashioned home.

Thou, lengthening our princes' life and high renown, flowest for the Mighty as his might to gladdening drink.

3 Best giver of delight, he flows to the throat of the Mighty, robing himself in might, Auspicious One, for fame.

He spreads himself abroad to meet all things that be: the vigorous Tawny Steed flows sporting on his way.

4 The men, the ten swift fingers, milk thee out for the righteous, even thee most rich in sweetness, with thousand flowing streams.

Thou who winnest thousands, driven by the men, expressed with stones, bring, as thou flowest, all the righteous.

5 Deft-handed men with stones, the ten swift fingers, drain thee into waters, thee, the Steer enriched with sweets.

Thou, gladdening the servants of the Mighty and the Heavenly Host, flowest as the Purifier like a river's wave.