Comrades, lift your voices whilst the shining draught is cleansed, that your own hearts may leap with gladness. As a tender babe is soothed with gifts and gentle words, so do ye sweeten him with sacrifice and reverent greeting.

Even as a young calf is urged to the side of its lowing dams, so is the golden liquor driven and anointed, chasing after the gods. All round about, the rapture-bringing drink is decked with luminous thoughts.

Lo, he that crowneth art with triumph is at hand; he that goeth in quest of the heavenly host. Behold the crushed ambrosia—richest honey to the immortals.

When thou art pressed, O deft-wrought Drop, speed thou to us laden with kine and steeds. I have set thy radiant hue amid the herds, a token gleaming bright.

O lordly Drop, master of the tawny coursers, thou giver of rare delight unto the gods—stand by us as a stalwart friend beside his fellow, and shed thy light upon our way.

Sweep far from us, with all his gear, each faithless devourer; and thou, victorious Drop, ward off oppression, turning aside the double-tongued conspirer.