Thick grew the tribulus (on the ground), But they cleared away its thorny bushes. Why did they this of old? That we might plant our millet and sacrificial millet; That our millet might be abundant, And our sacrificial millet luxuriant. When our barns are full, And our stacks can be counted by tens of myriads, We proceed to prepare food and drink, For offerings and for charity in God's name. We set the table and urge the needy and the guests to eat:—Thus seeking to increase our bright happiness.

With correct and reverent deportment, The bulls and rams all pure, We proceed to the winter and autumnal offerings. Some flay (the victims); some cook (their flesh); Some arrange (the meat); some adjust (the pieces of it). The officer of prayer prays inside the temple gate, And all the service is complete and brilliant. Grandly come our guests; They happily enjoy the offerings; Their filial host receives blessing:—God will reward him with great happiness, With myriads of years, life without end.

They attend to the furnaces with reverence; They prepare the trays, which are very large;—Some for the roast meat, some for the broiled. Wives presiding are still and reverent, Preparing the numerous (smaller) dishes. The guests and visitors Present the cup all round, Every form is according to rule; Every smile and word are as they should be. God quietly responds with great blessings—Myriads of years as the (fitting) reward.

We are very much exhausted, And have performed every ceremony without error. The able officer of prayer announces (the good tidings), And goes to the filial descendant to convey it:—'Fragrant has been your filial offering, And God has accepted your drink and viands, He confers on you a hundred blessings; Each as it is desired, Each as sure as law. You have been exact and expeditious; You have been correct and careful; He will ever confer on you the choicest favours, In myriads and tens of myriads.'

The ceremonies having thus been completed, And the bells and drums having given their warning, The filial descendant goes to his place, And the able officer of prayer makes his announcement, 'The service is complete.' All the servants, and the presiding wives, Remove (the trays and dishes) without delay. The (host's) uncles and cousins All repair to the private feast.

The musicians all go in to perform, And give their soothing aid at the second blessing. Your viands are set forth; There is no dissatisfaction, but all feel happy. They drink to the full, and eat to the full; Great and small, they bow their heads, (saying), 'God has accepted your offering, And will cause you to live long. Your offerings, all in their seasons, Are completely discharged by you. May your sons and your grandsons Never fail to perpetuate these services!'