The child, when joined with the waters, speeds the ritual's path, Surpassing all that we hold dear, indeed, from ancient times.
The spot, close to the two stones that press, he has claimed, Hidden and dear among the seven sacrificial lights.
Urging three paths, on the heights of those stones, riches flow in streams. He who wisely measures his steps.
At his birth, the Seven Mothers taught him, for glory, like a sage, So that he, steadfast and sure, sets his heart on wealth.
Under his rule, all the innocent Deities stand, Warriors to be envied, when they are pleased.
The one born by those who uphold Law, fair to behold, Much desired at the sacrifice, the generous Sage—
Together, the young parents of the rite unite, When they adorn him, weaving sacrifice skillfully.
With wisdom and radiant eyes, they open heaven's stall, Speeding at solemn rites the plan of Holy Law.