LIKE THE SUN'S GLANCE, LIKE VARIETY OF WEALTH, LIKE BREATH THAT IS LIFE, LIKE YOUR OWN SON, LIKE A SWIFT BIRD, A COW WHO YIELDS HER MILK, PURE AND REFULGENT TO THE WOOD HE SPEEDS.
HE OFFERS SAFETY LIKE A PLEASANT HOME, LIKE RIPPENED CORN, THE CONQUEROR OF MEN. LIKE A SEER LAUDING, FAMED AMONG THE FOLK; LIKE A STEED FRIENDLY HE VOUCHSAFES US POWER.
WITH FLAME INSATIATE, LIKE ETERNAL MIGHT; CAREFUL FOR EACH ONE LIKE A DAME AT HOME; BRIGHT WHEN HE SHINES FORTH, WHITISH MID THE FOLK, LIKE A CAR, GOLD-DECKED, THUNDERING TO THE FIGHT.
HE STRIKES WITH TERROR LIKE A DART SHOT FORTH, EVEN LIKE AN ARROW TIPPED WITH FLAME; MASTER OF PRESENT AND OF FUTURE LIFE, THE MAIDENS’ LOVER AND THE MATRON’S LORD.
TO HIM LEAD ALL YOUR WAYS: MAY WE ATTAIN THE KINDLED GOD AS COWS THEIR HOME AT EVE. HE DRIVES THE FLAMES BELOW AS FLOWS THEIR SWELL: THE RAYS RISE UP TO THE FAIR PLACE OF HEAVEN.