At Consecration of a King

He, the over-lord of beings puts strength into the beings. Death attends his royal consecration, may the, as King, favour this kingdom.

Come forward here, do not glance away, as a mighty guardian and slayer of rivals, approach here, O increaser of friends, friends, may the gods bless thee.

When he approached, all waited upon him. Robed himself in fortune, he moves about, shining by this own opulence. Great if the manly Asura, endowed with all forms, he did immortal deeds.

Do thou, a tiger upon the tiger's skin stride out the great regions, let all the people wish for thee, and the divine waters rich in sap.

The heavenly waters, rich in sap flow joyously and also those in the sky and upon the earth, with the splendour of all these waters I sprinkle thee.

The heavenly waters rich in sap have been sprinkled upon thee with their splendour that thou be increaser of friends, may Savitar make thee so.

Thus the waters embracing him, the tiger, they incite him, the lion unto great good fortune. Him, the leopard in the midst of waters as if standing in the ocean, they cleansed him down throughly.

For Protection of Life and Limbs

Come thou hither, protecting the living one, of mountain art thou, O eye-ointment, given by all the gods as a safeguard to the living.

Protection thou art for men, a protection for kine, thou didst stand for the protection and the grinding up of the sorcerers, O ointment, and thou hast knowledge of amrita. Thou art like-wise nourishment for the living, a remedy, too, against jaundice.

Over whose limbs and joints thou creepest, O ointment, from thence, thou drive away disease like a formidable interceptor.

Curse attend him not, nor sorcery, nor scorching reaches him, nor does the Vishkandha come to him, who bears thee, O ointment.

From evil scheme, from evil dream, from evil deed, and from foulness, from the evil eye of an enemy, from these protect us, O ointment.

Knowing this, O ointment, I shall speak the truth, not falsehood. May I win a horse, a cow and thy person, O serving man.

Three are the slaves of the ointment-fever, balasa, and the snake. The highest of mountains, three-peaked by name is thy father.

Since the ointment is borne upon thee three-peaked mountain on the snowy heights of Himavant, may it destroy all the sorcerers and all the witches.

Charm for Healing

Ye gods, raise the both once more, him that ye have humbled and lowered down, and restore him also to life again, the man who has done evil.

There are two winds blowing from the river as far as the distance. May the one blow here for you the ability, and the other blow away what disease you have!

Come O wind, blow healing here, and blow away what disease there is, for thou art all-healing and goes about as the envoy of the gods.

May the gods save this man, may the Maruts save him, may all beings save that this man may be free from disease.

I have come to you with healing balms to save you, likewise I bring for you the blessed strength, I drive away your consumption.

Here is my auspicious hand, and this one more fortunate. This is all healing, this one propitious of touch.

With two ten-figured hands, the tongue is the fore-runner of speech, with these two healing hands, do I touch thee!

The All-seeing Gods

The great overseer on high seas out of actions, as if from near, Gods see all through him that men do, though they often act stealthily.

A man may stand still, walk or run, or flee, or go hiding; two men may plot together secretly but Varuna knows it all, being there as the third man.

Both this earth and the yon boundless sky above belong to king Varuna. He contains within himself these two oceans, and yet he is there contained in this small drop of water.

He that would flee upto the heaven and even beyond would not elude king Varuna. His spies with a thousand eyes, coming down to the earth from heaven, do watch all over the world.

King Varuna scans all that exists between heaven and earth, and all that is there beyond. He keeps the count of the winking of every eye, and he, like a skilled gamaster, throws the dice in this cosmic game.

May the net of seven times seven threads, spreading out three-fold, ensnare as a trap that tells a lie, but let him pass by who speaks the truth.

Bind with hundred snares, O Varuna, him who speaks falsehood, let the lier not go free! Let the rogue sit with his belly hanging loose, like a cask without bands, and about to burst.

Varuna is both the warp and the woof of the loom of the universe. He is of us, and also foreign. He is with human and also with divine.

With all these bonds I bind you so and so, son of so and so, all these do I assign to you.

Against Sorcery, etc.

I take you, O herb, the mistress of remedies, the conquering on. I energise you a thousand fold for every one.

The truly conquering, course-warding, the powerful, unfailing and defensive one; all the herbs I have invoked, praying, "Save us from this!"

She who has cursed with a curse, she who is totally rooted in malignity, who has seized your young one to take his blood, let her devour her own offspring!

What magic spell they have prepared for you and put in a raw dish, or into blue-red thread, or into uncooked flesh, with that same spell slay thou those sorcerers!

Evil dreams, evil living, demons, monsters, hags and witches, all the evil-named, evil-speaking, these we here destroy.

Death from hunger, death from thirst, want of cattle, want of children, all that we drive away, O herb, with thy aid.

Death from thirst, death from hunger, defeat at dice and games of chance, with thy aid, O thou expeller, we here expel all these from us.

This herb, the sole ruler over the plants, with its aid do we drive away all misfortune that has befallen you, do thou then live free from disease!