1 In perfect unison all yearning hymns of mine that find the light of heaven have sung forth the praise of the Mighty.

As wives embrace their lord, the comely bridegroom, so they compass the Bountiful about that he may help.

2 Directed unto thee my spirit never strays, for I have set my hopes on thee, O Much-invoked!

Sit, Wonderful! as King upon the sacred grass, and let thy drinking-place be by the offering.

3 From indigence and hunger the Mighty turns away: the Bountiful hath dominion over precious wealth.

These the Seven Rivers flowing on their downward path increase the vital vigour of the potent Steer.

4 As on the fair-leafed tree rest birds, to the Mighty flow the gladdening offerings that the bowls contain.

Their face that glows with splendour through their mighty power hath found the shine of heaven for man.

5 As in the game a gambler piles his winnings, so the Bountiful, sweeping all together, gained the sun.

This mighty deed of thine none other could achieve, none before thee, none in recent time.

6 The Bountiful came by turns to all the tribes of men: the Steer took notice of the people's songs of praise.

The man in whose offerings the Powerful hath delight vanquisheth his foes.

7 When offerings stream together unto the Mighty, like waters to the river, rivulets to the lake,

In place of worship sages exalt his might, as the rain swells the corn by moisture sent from heaven.

8 He rushes through the region like a furious Bull, he who hath made these floods fruitful.

This Bountiful One hath found light for the man who brings offerings and promptly pours his gifts.

9 Let the keen axe come forth together with the light: here be, as erst, the teeming cow of worship.

Let the Red One shine bright with his refulgent ray, and let the Lord of heroes glow like heaven's clear sheen.

10 O Much-invoked, may we subdue all famine and evil want with store of grain and cattle.

May we allied, as first in rank, with princes obtain possessions by our own exertion.

11 May the Lord of Prayer protect us from the rearward, and from above, and from below, from sinners.

May the Mighty from the front, and from the centre, as Friend to friends, vouchsafe us room and freedom.