Thy streams go forth unfailing, as rain from the heavens, ever flowing toward the thousandfold reward.

To the dear fruits of song he hasteneth, all things beholding— the tawny-hued, brandishing his weapons as he comes.

Ever is he tended by the Āyus, who keep his word as a vassal would, or as a king; like a falcon he resteth amid the wooden bowls.

All goodly things of heaven and of earth— bring them unto us, O drop, as thou art made pure.