1Here present this immortal God flies, like a bird upon her wings, To settle in the vats of wood.

2Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, and bestows Rich gifts upon the worshipper.

3He. like a warrior going forth with heroes, as he flows along. Is fain to win all precious boons.

4This God as he is flowirig on speeds like a car and gives his aid: He lets his voice be heard of all.

5This God, while flowing, is adorned, gold-coloured, for the spoil, by men Devout and skilled in holy songs.

6This God, made ready with the hymn runs swiftly through the winding ways, Inviolable as he flows.

7A way he rushes with his stream, across the regions, into heaven, And roars as he is flowing on.

8While flowing, meet for sacrifice, he hath gone up to heaven, across The regions, never overthrown.

9By generation long ago, this God, engendered for the Gods, Flows tawny to the straining-cloth.

10This Lord of many holy laws, even at his birth engendering strength, Effused, flows onward in a stream.