Here, the Immortal God soars like a bird on its wings, To settle in the wooden vats.
This God, prepared with song, races swiftly through winding paths, Invincible as he flows.
As he flows, this God adorns himself, like a warhorse for men, Devout and skilled in holy songs.
Like a warrior leading heroes, as he flows, he seeks All precious gifts to win.
As he flows, this God rides like a chariot, giving gifts; He lets his voice be heard by all.
Praised by the sacred bards, this God dives into waters, Bestowing rich gifts on the worshipper.
With his stream, he rushes across regions, into heaven, Roaring as he flows.
Flowing for sacrifice, he ascends to heaven across regions, Unyielding, unstoppable.
After the path of old times, this God, pressed out for Deities, Flows tawny to the cloth.
This Lord of many Holy Laws, even at birth generating strength, Effuses, flowing in a stream.