1 How shall we give with one accord our gift to God, the Light of all men, the Bounteous?

Great light, with full high growth hath He uplifted, and, as a pillar bears the roof, sustains it.

2 Reproach not Him who, God and self-reliant, vouchsafed this bounty unto me a mortal,

Deathless, discerner, wise, to me the simple, the Light of all men, most manly, youthful.

3 Sharp-pointed, powerful, strong, of boundless vigour, God who knows the lofty hymn, kept secret

As the lost milch-cow's track, the doubly Mighty, He hath declared to me this hidden knowledge.

4 May He with sharpened teeth, the Bounteous Giver, consume with flame most fiercely glowing

Those who regard not the commandments of the All-Seeing and the dear steadfast laws of the sapient Friend.

5 Like youthful women without brothers, straying, like dames who hate their lords, of evil conduct,

They who are full of sin, untrue, unfaithful, they have engendered this abysmal station.

6 To me, weak, innocent, Thou, luminous God, hast boldly given as 'twere a heavy burden,

This hymn, profound and strong and mighty, of seven elements, and with offered dainties.

7 So may our song that purifies, through wisdom reach in a moment Him the Universal,

Established on the height, on earth's best station, above the beauteous grassy skin of the earth.

8 Of this my speech what shall I utter further? They indicate the milk stored up in secret

When they have thrown as 'twere the cows' stalls open. The Bird protects earth's best and well-loved station.

9 This is the Great Ones' mighty apparition which from of old the radiant Cow hath followed.

This, shining brightly in the place of Order, swift, hasting on in secret, she discovered.

10 He then who shone together with His Parents remembered the earth's fair and secret treasure,

Which, in the Mother Cow's most lofty station, the Bull's tongue, of the flame bent forward, tasted.

11 With reverence I declare the Law, O God; what is, comes by Thine order, Knower of all things.

Of this, whate'er it be, Thou art the Sovereign, yea, all the wealth that is in earth or heaven.

12 What is our wealth therefrom, and what our treasure? Tell us, O Knower, for Thou knowest,

What is our best course in this secret passage: we, unreproached, have reached a place far distant.

13 What is the limit, what the rules, the guerdon? Like fleet-foot coursers speed we to the contest.

When will the Dawns, bounteous signs of the Immortal, spread over us the splendour of the sun?

14 Unsatisfied, with speech devoid of vigour, scanty and frivolous and inconclusive,

Wherefore do they address Thee here, O God? Let these who have no weapons suffer sorrow.

15 The majesty of Him the Good, the Mighty, aflame, hath shone for glory in the dwelling. He, clothed in light, hath shone most fair to look on, wealthy in boons, as a home shines with riches.