1 As 'twere with swift exertion of the spirit, let the priest speed to the celestial Waters,

The glorious food of the All-Seeing and the Friend. To him who spreadeth far this laud I offer.

2 Ministering priests, be ready with offerings, and come with longing to the longing Waters,

Down on which looks the purple-tinted Eagle. Pour ye that flowing wave this day, deft-handed.

3 Go to the reservoir, O ye priests: worship the Waters' Child with your offerings.

A consecrated wave he now will give you, so press for him the sweet juice.

4 He who shines bright in floods, unfed with fuel, whom sages worship at their rites:

Give waters rich in sweets, Child of the Waters, even those which gave heroic might to the Mighty:

5 Those in which the juice joys and is delighted.

Go thou unto those Waters, O priest, and purify with herbs what thou infusest.

7 He who made room for you when fast imprisoned, who freed you from the mighty imprecation,

Even to that Mighty One send the sweet current, the wave that gratifies the righteous, O Waters.

8 Send forth to him the sweet wave, O Rivers, which is your offspring and a well of sweetness,

Oil-balmed, to be implored at sacrifices. Ye wealthy Waters, hear mine invocation.

9 Send forth the rapture-giving wave, O Rivers, which the Mighty drinks, which sets the Twain in motion;

The well that springeth from the clouds, desirous, that wandereth triple-formed, distilling transport.

10 These winding Streams which with their double current, like cattle-raiders, seek the lower pastures,-

Waters which dwell together, thrive together, Queens, Mothers of the world, these, seer, honour.

11 Send forth our worship with holy devotion, send forth the hymn and prayer for gain of riches.

For need of worship disclose the udder. Give gracious hearing to our call, O Waters.

12 For, wealthy Waters, ye control all treasures: ye bring auspicious intellect and life.

Ye are the Queens of independent riches: give full life to the singer!

13 When I behold the Waters coming hither, carrying with them milk and sweetness and butter,

Bearing the well-pressed juice, they harmonize in spirit with the priests.

14 Rich, they are come with wealth for living beings, O friends, priests, seat them in their places.

Seat them on holy grass, ye bringers, in harmony with the Offspring of the Waters.

15 Now to this grass are come the longing Waters: the Pious Ones are seated at our worship.

Priests, press the juice for the Mighty: so will the service of the righteous be easy.