1 Thee, O Mighty One, we invoke, the Bull, what time the gift is prepared. So accept Thou the savoury offering.

2 O Mighty One, whom many laud, accept the strength-conferring gift:

Pour down what satisfies.

3 O Mighty One, with all Thy angels promote our wealth-bestowing worship,

Thou highly-lauded Lord of men.

4 Lord of the brave, to Thee proceed these offerings prepared,

The bright drops to Thy dwelling-place.

5 Within Thy gracious favour, O Mighty One, accept the most excellent gift: Thine are the drops celestial.

6 Accept our offering, Lord of hymns: with streams of meath Thou art honoured.

Our glory, O Mighty One, is Thy gift.

7 To the Mighty One go the treasures of the worshipper, which never fail:

He accepts the gift and is strong.

8 From far away, from near at hand, O slayer of the obstructor, come to us:

Accept the songs we sing to Thee.

9 When from the space between the near and far Thou art invoked by us,

Thence, O Mighty One, come Thou hitherward.