She, the morn, settled among the waters, does not depart; the dawning ones, famed in battle, draw together. Binding that woven covering, the priestly cord unites the sacrifice’s offering, rich in clarified milk and full of the watery drink.

In regard of our good deeds, Day and Night, perpetually reverenced, are interweaving in concert, like two famous feminine le weavers, the extended thread, (to complete) the web of the sacrifice, liberal yielders (of rewards), containers of water.

Good work for us, the glorious Night and Morning, like female weavers, waxen from aforetime, Yielders of rich milk, interweave in concert the long-extended thread, the web of worship.