1. I have attained my desire, though not by the commonly trod path,
Nor above, from what I heaped up in the pitcher.

2. Raised up like the Pleiades at nightfall
And the horizon of the new moon rising at nightfall.

3. Your origin was not for me when you came into being,
Like the Pleiades, confused and wavering.

4. But your star, Fortunate One,
Rained down upon my land copious, gentle rain.