Hear, O charioteers, our appeals; bring them forward as you ride far away. May your praise be like nourishing milk, like a maiden’s splendor, ever present with you.

The rivers speak: Hymner, we hear your words, that you have come from afar with a wagon and chariot; we bow down before you; like a woman nursing (her child), like a maiden bending to embrace a man, (so will we do) for you.

Yea, we will listen to thy words, O singer. With wain and car from far away thou comest. Low, like a nursing mother, will I bend me, and yield me as a maiden to her lover.