1 Onward to the throat of the Mighty move, beauteously adorned, the waves of the juice as he purifies himself,

When they, brought forward with the lovely curd of kine, poured out, have cheered the Hero to bestow his gifts.

2 Hither hath the juice flowed unto the beakers, like a chariot-horse, a stallion swift upon his way.

Thus, knowing both the generations, he obtains the rights and dues of the righteous from yonder and from hence.

3 While thou art cleansed, scatter wealth on us; bestow great bounty as a liberal Prince.

Giver of life, with wisdom help to opulence; strew not our home possessions far away from us.

4 Hither let God the Nourisher, the Purifier, come to us, the All-Seeing, the Friend, bountiful, of one accord,

The winds, the angels of healing, the Lord of Prayer, the Giver of light, the Maker, the tractable Stream of Wisdom.

5 Both Heaven and Earth, the all-invigorating Pair, the Ordainer, mercy, and the Lord of Companions,

The Giver of fortune to men, the spacious Firmament,-let all the angels take delight in the Purifier.