1 Stream on us riches that are sought by many, best at winning strength,

Riches, O pure drop, thousandfold, glorious, conquering the great.

2 Poured out, he hath, as on a car, invested him in fleecy mail:

Onward hath the drop flowed in streams, impelled, surrounded by the wood.

3 Poured out, this drop hath flowed on, distilling rapture, to the fleece:

He goes erect, as seeking kine in stream, with light, to worship.

4 For thou thyself, O pure drop, to every mortal worshipper

Attractest riches thousandfold, made manifest in hundred forms.

5 Good slayer of the wicked, may we be still nearest to this wealth of thine

Which many crave, nearest to food and happiness, Resistless One!

6 Whom, bright with native splendour, crushed between the pair of pressing-stones,

The wavy Friend whom the Mighty loves, the twice-five sisters dip and bathe,

7 Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all,

Who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the righteous.

8 Through longing for this sap of yours ye drink what brings ability,

Even him who, dear as heaven's own light, gives to our princes high renown.

9 The pure drop at holy rites produced you, Heaven and Earth, the friends of men.

They bruised him where the roar was loud.

10 For the slayer of the wicked thou art poured that he may drink,

Poured for the guerdon-giving man, poured for the Lord who sitteth there.

11 These ancient drops, at the break of day, have flowed into the sieve,

Snorting away at early morn these foolish evil-hearted ones.

12 Friends, may the princes, ye and we, obtain this Most Resplendent One.

Gain him who hath the smell of strength, win him whose home is very strength.