2Thou art a sacred Bard, a Sage; the meath is offipring of thy sap: All−bountcous art thou in carouse.

3All Deities of one accord have come that they may drink of thee: All−bounteous art thou in carouse.

4He who containeth in his hands all treasures much to be desired: All−bounteous art thou in carouse.

5Who milketh out this mighty Pair, the Earth and Heaven, like mother kine All−bounteous art thou in carouse.

6Who in a moment mightily floweth around these two world−halvcs: All−bounteous art thou in carouse.

7The Strong One, being purified, hath in the pitchers cried aloud: All−bounteous art thou in carouse.