1 They for the Bold and Lovely One ply manly vigour like a bow: joyous, in front of songs they weave bright raiment for the Lord Divine.

2 And he, made beautiful by night, dips forward into strengthening food,

What time the worshipper's thoughts speed on his way the Golden-hued.

3 We cleanse this gladdening drink of his, the juice which the Mighty chiefly drinks,

That which kine took into their mouths, of old, and princes take it now.

4 To him, while purifying, they have raised the ancient psalm of praise:

And sacred songs which bear the beautiful names have supplicated him.

5 They purify him as he drops, courageous, in the fleecy sieve.

Him they instruct as messenger to bear the sage's morning prayer.

6 Best cheerer, he takes his seat, the while they cleanse him in the bowls.

He babbles on, the Lord of Song.

7 He is poured out and beautified, a gift for the righteous, by skilful men.

He penetrates the mighty floods collecting all he knows therein.

8 Pressed, guided by the men, thou art led to the cleaning sieve.

Thou, yielding highest joy, takest thy seat within the bowls.