Decade I — The Purifying Provision of God

1 For first possession of your juice, for the exhilarating drink, drive ye away the dog, my friends, drive ye the long-tongued dog away!

2 As the Nourisher, as Fortune, the Giver of portions, comes this gift while they make it pure. The Lord of all the multitude hath looked upon the earth and heaven.

3 The streams, very rich in sweets, for which the sieve is destined, flow, effused, the source of the Mighty's joy: may your strong juices reach the righteous!

4 For us the juices flow, the drops best furtherers of weal, effused as friends, without a spot, benevolent, finders of the light.

5 Stream on us riches that are craved by hundreds, best at winning spoil, riches thousandfold, most splendid, that surpass the light!

6 The guileless ones are singing praise to the well-beloved friend of the Mighty, as, in the morning of its life, the mothers lick the new-born calf.

7 They for the bold and lovely one ply manly vigour like a bow; bright, glad, in front of songs they spread to form a vesture for the Lord.

8 Him with the fleece they purify, brown, golden-hued, beloved of all, who with exhilarating juice goes forth to all the righteous.

9 Let him, as mortal, crave this speech, for him who presses, of the juice: as the wise chased the niggard, so drive ye the niggard hound away!

Decade II — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Graciously-minded he is flowing on his way to win dear names o'er which the youthful one grows great. The mighty and far-seeing one hath mounted now the mighty sun's car which moves to every side.

2 Spontaneous let our drops flow on, pressed out and tawny-coloured, mightily, to the righteous! Still let our enemies, the godless, be in want, though filled with food; and let our prayers obtain success!

3 Most beauteous of the beauteous, the Mighty's thunderbolt, this gift, rich in sweets, hath clamoured in the vat. Dropping with oil, abundant, streams of worship flow unto him, and milch-kine, lowing, with their milk.

4 The pure hath started forth for the Mighty's settled place, and slights not, as a friend, the promise of his friend. He comes onward like a youth with youthful maids, and gains the beaker by a course of hundred paths.

5 On flows the potent juice, sustainer of the heavens; the strength of the righteous, whom men must hail with shouts of joy. Thou, gold-hued, started like a courser by brave men, art lightly showing forth thy splendour in the streams.

6 Far-seeing it flows, the Steer, the Lord of hymns, the furtherer of days, of mornings, and of heaven. Breath of the rivers, he hath roared into the jars, and with the help of sages entered the heart of the Mighty's servant.

7 The three-times seven milch-kine in the loftiest heaven have for this gift poured the genuine milky draught. Four other beauteous creatures hath he made for his adornment when he waxed in strength through holy rites.

8 Flow on to the Mighty, carefully effused: let sickness stay afar together with the fiend! Let not the double-tongued delight them with thy juice: here be thy flowing drops laden with opulence!

9 Even as a King hath the red and tawny Bull been pressed: the wondrous one hath bellowed to the kine. While purified thou passest through the filtering fleece to seat thee hawk-like on the place that drops with oil.

10 The drops, like cows who yield their milk, have flowed forth, rich in sweetness, unto the Divine, and, seated on the grass, raising their voice, assumed the milk, the covering robe wherewith the stream is addressed.

11 They balm him, balm him over, balm him thoroughly, caress the mighty strength and balm it with the sweetness. They seize the flying Steer at the stream's breathing-place: cleansing with gold they grasp the animal herein.

12 Spread is thy cleansing filter, O Lord of prayer: as prince thou enterest its limbs from every side. The raw, whose mass hath not been heated, gains not this: they only which are dressed, which bear, attain to it.

Decade III — The Purifying Provision of God

1 To the Mighty, to the mighty one, let these gold-coloured juices go, drops born as Law prescribes, that find the light of heaven!

2 Flow vigilant for the Mighty, yea, run thou forth; bring hither splendid strength that finds the light of heaven!

3 Sit down, O friends, and sing aloud to Him who purifies Himself. Deck him for glory, like a child, with holy rites!

4 Friends, hymn your Lord who makes him pure for rapturous delight: let them sweeten him, as a child, with lauds and sacred gifts!

5 Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of worship, surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old!

6 In might, with thy streams flow for the banquet of the righteous: rich in sweetness, in our beaker take thy seat!

7 While filtered, with his wave he flows through the long wool of the sheep, roaring, while purified, before the voice of song.

8 The speech is uttered for the Sage, for the gift being purified: bring meed as 'twere to one who makes thee glad with hymns!

9 Flow to us, very strong, effused, with wealth of kine and steeds, and do thou lay above the milk thy radiant hue!

10 Voices have sung aloud to thee as finder-out of wealth for us: we clothe the hue thou wearest with a robe of milk.

11 Gold-hued and lovely in his course through tangles of the wool he flows: stream forth heroic fame upon the worshippers!

12 On through the long wool of the sheep to the sweetness-dropping vat he flows: the sevenfold choir of the righteous hath sung aloud to him.

Decade IV — The Purifying Provision of God

1 For the Mighty flow on, as most inspiring drink, exceeding rich in sweets. Great, most celestial, gladdening drink!

2 Make high and splendid glory shine hitherward, Lord of food, God, on the friend of the righteous: unclose the cask of middle air!

3 Press ye and pour him, like a steed, laud-worthy, speeding through the region and the flood, who swims in water, dwells in wood!

4 Him, even this Steer who milks the heavens, him with a thousand streams, distilling rapturous joy, him who brings all things excellent.

5 Effused is he who brings good things, who brings us store of wealth and sweet refreshing food, who brings us quiet homes.

6 For, verily, thou, purifying, endued with brightest splendour, callest all creatures to the Garden of everlasting life.

7 Effused, he floweth in a stream, best rapture-giver, in the long wool of the sheep, sporting, as 'twere the waters' wave.

8 He who from out the rocky cavern with his might took forth the red-refulgent cows—thou drewest to thyself the stall of kine and steeds: burst it, brave Lord, like one in mail; yea, burst it, O brave Lord, like one in mail!