1 Even as a King hath the red and tawny Bull been pressed: the Wondrous One hath sounded to the kine.

While purified he passes through the filtering fleece to seat him hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.

2 To glory goest thou, Sage with disposing skill, like a groomed steed thou rushest forward to the prize.

Be thou gracious, driving off distress: thou goest, clothed in butter, to a robe of state.

3 The rain-cloud is the father of the Mighty Bird: on mountains, in earth's centre hath he made his home.

The waters too have flowed, the Sisters, to the kine: he meets the pressing-stones at the beloved rite.

4 Thou givest pleasure as a wife delights her lord. Listen, for to thee I speak.

Amid the holy songs go on that we may live: in time of trouble watch thou, free from blame.

5 As to the men of old thou earnest, unharmed, to strengthen, winning hundreds, thousands,

So now for new felicity flow onward: the waters follow as thy law ordaineth.