1 My thought with fine discernment hath discovered the Cow who wanders free without a herdsman,

Her who hath straightway poured me food in plenty: the Mighty and the Radiant therefore are her praisers.

2 The Mighty and the Nourisher, deft of hand and mighty, well-pleased have drained the heaven's exhaustless udder.

As in this praise the angels have all delighted, may I win blessing here from you, O Sustainers.

3 Fain to lend vigour to the Bull, the sisters with reverence recognize the germ within Him.

The cows come lowing hither to the Youngling, to Him endued with great and wondrous beauties.

4 Fixing with thought, at worship, the press-stones, I bid the well-formed heaven and earth come hither;

For these Thy flames, which give men boons in plenty, rise up on high, the beautiful, the holy.

5 O God the Radiant, Thy meath-sweet tongue that tastes fair viands, which among the angels is called the far-extended,

Therewith make all the holy odes be seated here for our help, and feed them with sweet juices.

6 Let Thy stream give us drink, O God, wonderful and exhaustless like the rain-clouds.

Thus care for us, O Bountiful Knower of all things, show us Thy loving-kindness, reaching all men.