1 The man who walketh as the Laws of the Purifier bid,- men call him rich in children, him who hath met thy thought. Flow, O pure drop, flow for the sake of the Mighty.

2 Kasyapa, seer, lifting up thy voice with hymn-composers' lauds,

Pay reverence to the Sovereign Ruler of the plants, the gift of God. Flow, O pure drop, flow for the sake of the Mighty.

3 Seven regions have their several suns; the ministering priests are seven;

Seven are the angels of light,- with these guard thou us. Flow, O pure drop, flow for the sake of the Mighty.

4 Guard us with this offering which hath been dressed for thee.

Let not malignity conquer us, let nothing evil do us harm. Flow, O pure drop, flow for the sake of the Mighty.