1Breath of the mighty Dames, the Child, speeding the plan of sacrifice, Surpasses all things that are dear, yea, from of old.

2The place that is concealed hath gained a share of Trita's pressing-stones, By the seven laws of sacrifice, even that dear place.

3He hath sent forth unto the heights the three, in stream, as Trita's wealth: He who is passing wise measures his pathways out.