I — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Winner of gold and gear and cattle flow thou on, set as giver of life, amid the worlds of life! Rich in brave men art thou, who winnest all: these holy singers wait upon thee with song.

2 Thou beholdest men from every side: O Purifier, Steer, thou wanderest through these. Pour out upon us wealth in treasure and in gold: may we have strength to live among the things that be!

3 Thou passest to these worlds as sovereign Lord thereof, harnessing thy tawny well-winged mares. May they pour forth for thee milk and oil rich in sweets: let the folk abide in thy decree!

II — The Purifying Provision of God

1 The streams of the Purifier, thine, finder of all, have been effused, even as the sun's rays of light.

2 Making the light that shines from heaven thou flowest on to every form, thou swellest like a sea.

3 Shown forth thou sendest out thy voice, O Purifier, with a roar, like the sun, as Law commands.

III — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Hitherward have the streams flowed, the drops while they are purified: when blent, in waters they are raised.

2 The milk hath run to meet them like floods rushing down a precipice: they come to the Mighty, being cleansed.

3 O Purifier, thou flowest as the gladdener of the Mighty: the men have seized and lead thee forth.

4 Thou, when, expressed by stones, thou runnest to the filter, art ready for the Mighty's high decree.

5 Victorious, to be hailed with joy, flow delighting men, as the supporter of mankind!

6 Flow on, best overcomer of evil; flow meet to be hailed with joyful lauds, pure, purifying, wonderful.

7 Pure, purifying, is he called, effused and full of sweets, slayer of sinners, dear to the righteous.

IV — The Purifying Provision of God

1 The Sage hath robed him in the sheep's wool for the banquet of the righteous, subduing all our enemies.

2 For he, as purifier, sends thousandfold riches in the shape of cattle to the worshippers.

3 Thou graspest all things with thy mind, and purifiest thee with thoughts: as such find us fame!

4 Pour on us lofty glory, send sure riches to our liberal lords: bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

5 As thou art cleansed, O wondrous steed, thou hast entered, like a pious king, into the songs.

6 He, like a courser in the floods invincible, made bright with hands, is resting in the press.

7 Disporting, like a liberal chief, thou goest to the sieve, lending the laud heroic strength.

V — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Pour on us with thy juice all kinds of corn, each sort of nourishment, and all felicities!

2 As thine is the praise, and thine what springeth from the juice, seat thee on the dear sacred grass!

3 And, finding for us steeds and kine, with thy juice flow on through days that fly most rapidly!

4 As one who conquers, ne'er subdued, attacks and slays the enemy, thus, vanquisher of thousands! flow!

VI — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Thou, with thy streams that drop sweet juices, which were poured for help, hast settled in the cleansing sieve.

2 So flow thou onward through the fleece, for the Mighty flow to be His drink, seating thee in the shrine of Law!

3 As giving room and freedom, as most sweet, pour butter forth and milk for the righteous!

VII — God the Radiant

1 Thy glories are, like lightnings from the rainy cloud, visible, O God, like the comings of the Dawns, when, loosed to wander over plants and forest trees, the fire crammeth by itself its food into its mouth.

2 When, sped and urged by wind, it spreadeth abroad, soon piercing through its food according to Thy will, the hosts, who ne'er decay, eager to consume, like men on chariots, strive on every side.

3 God, the Guide who fills the assembly full, waker of wisdom, chief controller of the thought—Thee, yea, none other than Thyself, doth man elect for the holy offering, great and small alike.

VIII — God the Friend and the All-Seeing

1 Even far and wide, O All-Seeing and Friend, doth your help extend: may I obtain your kind good-will!

2 True angels, may we completely gain food and a dwelling place from you: may we be your own!

3 Guard us with your guards, save us, ye skilled to save: may we subdue the wicked by ourselves!

IX — God the Mighty

1 Arising in Thy might, Thy jaws Thou shookest, O Mighty, having received the gift which the press had shed.

2 O Mighty, both worlds gave place to Thee as Thou wast fighting, when Thou wast the overcomer of the wicked hosts.

3 From the Mighty One have I measured out a song eight-footed with nine parts, delicate, strengthening the Law.

X — God the Mighty and the Radiant

1 O Mighty and Radiant, these our songs of praise have sounded forth to you: ye who bring blessings! accept the gift.

2 Come, with those teams, desired of many, which ye have, O heroes, for the worshipper.

3 With those to his offering poured, ye heroes, come: come ye to accept the gift!

XI — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Flow on exceeding bright with loud roar to the reservoirs, resting in wooden vats, thy home!

2 Let water-winning streams flow to the Mighty, to the Wind, to the All-Seeing, to the All-Pervading and the angelic host!

3 Bestowing food upon our progeny, from every side pour on us riches thousandfold.

XII — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Pressed out by pressers it goes over the fleecy backs of sheep, goes even as with a mare in tawny-coloured stream, goes in a sweetly-sounding stream.

2 Down to the water it hath flowed with cows, with cows that have been milked. They have approached the mixing-vessels as a sea: the cheerer streams for the delight.

XIII — The Purifying Provision of God

1 O Purifier, bring to us the wondrous treasure, meet for lauds, that is in earth and heaven!

2 Cleansing the lives of men, thou, Steer, bellowing on the sacred grass, gold-hued, hast settled in thy home.

3 For ye twain are Lords of heaven's light, Lords of the kine: prosper, as mighty ones, our prayers.

XIV — God the Mighty

1 By men hath the Mighty been advanced, the overcomer of evil, to joy and strength. Him only we invoke for help in battles whether great or small: be He our aid in deeds of might!

2 For, hero, Thou art like a host, art giver of abundant spoil. Strengthening e'en the feeble, Thou aidest the giver, Thou givest great wealth to him who pours.

3 When war and battles are on foot, booty is offered to the bold. Yoke Thou Thy wildly-rushing bays! Whom wilt Thou slay, and whom enrich? Do Thou, O Mighty, make us rich!

XV — God the Mighty

1 The juice thus diffused, sweet to the taste, the bright cows drink, who travelling in splendour close to the Mighty rejoice, good in their own supremacy.

2 Craving His touch the dappled kine mingle the gift with their milk. The milch-kine dear to the Mighty send forth His death-dealing thunderbolt, good in their own supremacy.

3 With veneration, passing wise, they honour His victorious might. They follow close His many laws to win them due pre-eminence, good in their own supremacy.

XVI — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Strong, mountain-born, the stalk hath been pressed in the streams for rapturous joy. Hawk-like he settles in his home.

2 Fair is the juice beloved of the righteous, washed in the waters, pressed by men: the milch-kine sweeten it with milk.

3 Then, like a steed, have they adorned the inciter for eternal life, the sweet juice at the festival.

XVII — The Purifying Provision of God

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

2 Roll onward from the press, O mighty one, effused, as kings, supporter of the tribes: pour on us rain from heaven, send us the water's flow, urging our thoughts to win the spoil!

XVIII — The Purifying Provision of God

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

2 The place that is concealed hath gained a share of the pressing-stones, by the seven laws of worship, even that dear place.

3 He hath sent forth unto the heights the three, in stream, as wealth: he who is passing wise measures his pathways out.

XIX — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Flow to the filter with thy stream, effused, to win us spoil and wealth, exceeding rich in sweetness for the Mighty, the All-Pervading, and the angels.

2 The hymns that know not guile caress thee, golden-coloured, in the sieve, as mothers lick the new-born calf, as Law commands.

3 Lord of great sway, thou liftest thee above the heavens, above the earth. Thou hast assumed thy coat of mail with majesty.

XX — The Purifying Provision of God

1 Strong, bathed in milk, flows on for the Mighty, exciting strength, for his delight. He quells malignity and slays the wicked, King of the homestead, he who gives us comfort.

2 Then in a stream he flows, milked out with press-stones, mingled with sweetness, through the fleecy filter, rejoicing in the love of the Mighty, gladdening for the delight of the righteous.

3 He flows, as he is cleansed, to sacred duties, a gift bedewing the righteous with his own juices. Clothed in powers that suit the season, on the raised fleece he has engaged the ten swift fingers.

XXI — God the Radiant

1 O God, we kindle Thy light, refulgent, wasting not away, that this more glorious fuel may send forth for Thee its shine to heaven. Bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

2 To Thee the splendid, Lord of light! bright! wondrous! prince of men! is brought the offering with the holy verse, O Bearer of our gifts! Bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

3 Thou heatest both the ladles in Thy mouth, O brilliant prince of men! So fill us also in our hymns abundantly, Thou Lord of Strength. Bring food to those who sing Thy praise!

XXII — God the Mighty

1 Sing ye a psalm to the Mighty; sing a great song to the lofty Sage, to Him who heareth prayer, inspired, who loveth laud.

2 Thou, O Mighty, art the conqueror: Thou gavest splendour to the sun. Maker of all things, Thou art mighty.

3 Radiant with light Thou wentest to the sky, the luminous realm of heaven. The angels strove to win Thy friendly love.

XXIII — God the Mighty

1 This gift hath been prepared for Thee, O Mighty, bold One, mightiest, come! May the Mighty's vigour fill Thee full, as the sun fills mid-air with rays.

2 Slayer of evil, mount Thy car! The bay steeds have been yoked by prayer. May, with its voice, the pressing-stone draw Thine attention hitherward!

3 His pair of tawny coursers bring the Mighty, resistless in His might, hither to the songs of praise of the righteous and worship performed by men.