1 The Bull hath yielded for the Bull the milk of heaven: the Son of mercy can never be deceived.

According to his wisdom the All-Seeing knoweth all: may he, the Holy, hallow times for worship.

2 May aught that is hostile in the flood, amid the river's roaring, leave my heart untouched.

May mercy accomplish all that we desire, and may our eldest Brother tell us this as Chief.

3 Yea, even this blessed Morning, rich in store of food, splendid, with heavenly lustre, hath shone out for man,

Since they, as was the wish of yearning righteous ones, brought forth that yearning light for the assembly as the Priest.

4 And the fleet Falcon brought for worship from afar this flowing Drop most excellent and keen of sight,

Then when the Aryan tribes chose as Invoking Priest the Wonder-Worker, and the hymn rose up.

5 Still art thou kind to him who feeds thee as with grass, and, skilled in worship, offers thee holy gifts.

When thou, having received the sage's strengthening food with lauds, after long toil, comest with many more.

6 Urge thou thy Parents, as a lover to delight: the Lovely One desires and craves it from his heart.

The priest calls out, the worshipper shows his skill, the Lord tries his strength, and with the hymn is stirred.

7 Far-famed is he, the mortal man, O Son of Strength, who hath obtained thy favour.

He, gathering power, borne onward by his horses, makes his days lovely in his might and splendour.

8 When, Holy One, the divine assembly, the sacred synod mid the righteous, is gathered,

And when thou, Godlike One, dealest forth treasures, vouchsafe us, too, our portion of the riches.

9 Hear us in your common dwelling: harness thy rapid car of life.

Bring Heaven and Earth, hither: stay with us here, nor from the righteous be distant.