Friends, sing your psalm and offer praise to him to whom the prayer is brought:
For our great Providence is he.


Sing this, what time the ' juice is pressed, to him your Hero, Much-invoked,
To please him as a mighty Steer.


He, Excellent, withholdeth not his gift of power and wealth in kine,
When he hath listened to our songs.


These songs with every draught we pour come, Lover of the Song, to thee,
As milch-kine hasten to their young


So all our singers ever praise the pious Brbu's noble deed,
Chief, best to give his thousands, best to give a thousand liberal gifts.