1 Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to him who purifies himself: deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites.

2 Unite him bringing household wealth, even as a calf with mother kine,

Him who hath double strength, the delighting juice.

3 Purify him who gives us power, that he, most Blessed One, may be

A banquet for the troop, the Friend, and the All-Seeing.

4 Voices have sung aloud to thee as finder-out of wealth for us:

We clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.

5 Thou art the food of the righteous, O Sovereign of all gladdening drinks:

As friend for friend, be thou best finder of success.

6 Drive utterly away from us each demon, each voracious fiend,

The godless and the false: keep sorrow far away.