Send Thy blessing and absolution
To obedient servants of Thine!
God, permit us to do the ablution
By immersing in Sanctum of Shrine!

Let the vivifying lustration
Heal us sinners from wounds and filth
It’s a kind of a bog reclamation,
Or, should I say, a rebirth.

All the sins, flaws, disputes, troubles, doubts,
Boredom, apathy, rows and so on
Like a shot from a gun are squeezed out
By the steam which has just been put on.

All that torments you will disappear
And ascend to the sky, like on wings,
Whereas you must descend, clean and pure,
For the steam will have done with the sins.

Take your time with the shower, don’t hurry,
Washing doesn’t mean cleaning at all
You should birch, lash and wallop your body
Steaming out all smells from your soul.

No one’s "naked", so leave your ambition,
No one cares if don’t look good,
It’s like Garden of Eden: admission
Will be granted if you’re in the nude.

When you take off you clothes you had better
Dressing manners and habits forget!
You’ll be birched and walloped, no matter
How you try to preserve self-respect.

All are equal, and nothing is hidden,
All endure the heat, in good trim,
And equality, brotherhood, freedom
You can feel in the devilish steam.

Drive the new generation to sauna!
Let the young take the rite of baptism!
Pour your sacrament water upon us,
Purify us from barbarism!