1 Ten sisters, pouring out the rain together, swift-moving thinkers of the sage, adorn him.

Hither hath run the gold-hued Child of the sun and reached the vat like a fleet vigorous courser.

2 Even as a youngling crying to his mothers, the bounteous Steer hath flowed along to waters.

As youth to damsel, so with milk he hastens on to the chosen meeting-place, the beaker.

3 Yea, swollen is the udder of the milch-cow: thither in streams goes the very sapient drop.

The kine make ready, as with new-washed treasures, the Head and Chief with milk within the vessels.

4 With all the righteous, O Purifier, while thou art sounding, send us wealth in horses.

Hither upon her car come willing Plenty, inclined to us, to give us of her treasures.

5 Now unto us mete riches, while they cleanse thee, all-glorious, swelling wealth, with store of heroes.

Long be his life who worships thee. May he, enriched with prayer, come soon and early.