1 The Guileless Ones are singing praise to the well-beloved Friend of the Mighty,

As, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.

2 O pure drop, while they cleanse thee, bring doubly waxing wealth.

Thou in the worshipper's abode causest all treasures to increase.

3 Set free the song which mind hath yoked, even as thunder frees the rain:

All treasures of the earth and heaven thou dost multiply.

4 Thy stream when thou art pressed runs on like some victorious warrior's steed,

Hastening onward through the fleece like a fierce horse who wins the prize.

5 Flow on, Sage, with thy stream to give us mental power and strength,

Poured out for the Mighty, for his drink, for the Friend and for the All-Seeing.

6 Flow to the filter with thy stream, poured out, best winner of spoil,

Most rich in sweets for the Mighty, the All-Pervading in knowledge, and the righteous.

7 The mothers, void of guile, caress thee, Golden-coloured, in the sieve,

As cows, O Purifier, lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.

8 Thou, Purifier, movest on with wondrous rays to great renown.

Striving within the votary's house thou drivest all the glooms away.

9 Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth.

Thou, Purifier, hast assumed thy coat of mail in majesty.