1 The Child, when blended with the streams, speeding the plan of worship,

Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.

2 The place, near the two pressing-stones of Trita, hath he occupied,

Secret and dear through seven lights of worship.

3 Urge to three courses, on the heights of Trita, riches in a stream.

He who is passing wise measures his courses out.

4 Even at his birth the Mothers Seven taught him, for glory, like a sage,

So that he, firm and sure, hath set his mind on wealth.

5 Under his sway, of one accord, are all the guileless angels:

Warriors to be envied, they, when they are pleased.

6 The Babe whom they who strengthen Law have generated fair to see,

Much longed for at the worship, most liberal Sage,-

7 To him, united, of themselves, come the young Parents of the rite,

When they adorn him, duly weaving worship.

8 With wisdom and with radiant eyes unbar to us the stall of heaven,

Speeding at solemn rite the plan of Holy Law.