Eager for spoils, I pour out my words; may the Flood’s child accept my songs with favor.
To him, let us sing well-formed songs, from the heart. Will he not grasp them?
The swift son of waters makes them lovely, for he alone will enjoy them.
Some floods unite, and others join them; dying, sounding rivers fill a common storehouse.
On every side, the bright floods surround the bright offspring of waters.
The ever-sober waters, youthful maidens, carefully attend him, the youthful one.
He shines with radiant beams, splendidly beautiful, without wood, in water, enveloped in oil.
Three dams offer him food to nourish him, goddesses to the god none can harm.
Within the waters, he presses them, and those who now are first mothers drink their milk.
Here was the horse’s birth; his was the sunlight. Save our princes from the oppressor’s onslaught.
Indefatigable, dwelling far away in unmade fortresses, lies and evil spirits do not reach him.
He, in whose mansion the teeming milch-cow swells, nourishes the gods with nectars and noble dishes.
The son of waters, gaining strength in waters, shines for his worshipper to bestow treasures.
He, whose head is in waters, shines widely, law-abiding, everlasting—
The other worlds are his branches, and plants grow from him with all their offspring.
The waters’ son has risen, clad in lightning, ascended to the curling cloud’s bosom;
With his supreme glory, the youthful ones, golden, move around him.
Golden in form, like gold to behold, his color like gold, the son of waters.
When he sits fresh from golden birthplace, those who present their gold feed him.
This is the fair name and lovely aspect of him, the waters’ son, increasing secretly.
Whom here the youthful maidens together light, his food is golden oil.
Nearest friend of many, we will worship with sacrifice, reverence, and offering.
I make his back shine, provide him chips; I offer food and with my songs exalt him.
The bull laid down its own life-germ within them; it suckles them like an infant, and they kiss him.
He, son of waters, of unfading color, enters here as in another’s body.
While he dwells in the highest station, radiant with rays that never perish,
The waters, feeding their offspring with oil