All winged things fly,

They live when Thou hast shone upon them.

The barques sail up-stream and down-stream alike.

Every highway is open because Thou hast dawned.

The fish in the river leap up before Thee,

And Thy rays are in the midst of the great sea.

Thou art He who createst the man-child in woman,

Who makest seed in man,

Who giveth life to the son in the body of his mother,

Who soothest him that he may not weep,