Purify thyself, and send us rain—
a swell of waters from the heav’nly height, sweet draughts aloft, untainted by ill.

Purify thyself in that holy stream whereby the herds of men draw nigh,
even unto our very threshold.

Purify thyself in a flow like unto ghee, thou who art swift to seek the gods in sacrifice; bring us the rain, made pure in thy coursing.

For our good keeping, run through the woolen veil in a stream most fair—for the gods shall surely hearken!

Now purified, he floweth forth, ever shattering the brood of fiends,
and kindleth again the lights, as in the days of old.