O Herbs, comforting like mother, by this name I speak to you. O God, may I gain a horse, a cow, clothes and a body free from disease with you favour!

This holy fig tree is your abode, you have made Prana tree your home. Winners of cattle shall you be if you regain this sacrificer for me.

He who goes to places where there are herbs as the kings go to the battlefield, Physician is his name, the slayer of fiendish diseases and chaser of ailments.

Herbs rich in Soma-juice, rich in steeds, rich in nourishment, rich in bestowing strength, all these I know that this may be freed from the disease.

Let fruitful herbs and those fruitless, those that blossom and the blossom-less, created by Brihaspati, relieve us from disease and distress.

Relieve me from curse’s evil, and the vow arising from Varuna, release me from Yama’s noose, from sin and violation done against the sages.

The herbs descending from the heaven said: no disease shall assail the man, whom, while he lives, we pervade.

May unharmed be he who digs you up, unharmed the man for whom I dig. May our bipeds and quadrupeds be free from disease by its use and application.

The Gandharvas dug you out from the earth, Indra and Brihaspati did. King Soma knowing you, made himself free from consumption by your use.

Long-lived be he who digs you out, and he for whom I dig you out. May you also live long for hundred years and grow up with hundred shoots.

O immortal Agni, bestow on us abundant wealth being enkindled by us. Your brilliant from is beautiful to look on, you promote our sacrifice.

First of all they established you, O Agni, for sacrifice, truthful, mighty, visible to all, so radiant friend of the gods, with ear to hear prayers, most known and magnified by songs of praise.

O Soma, may many nourishing juices be with you, may you wax mighty from every side to subdue the foe-men. May you, thus progressing, win immortality and highest fame in heaven.

Increase you most pleasing Soma, grow strong through various means like the sun with its rays. Be you our friend for giving us prosperity and vast happiness.

O Agni, your devotee, the sacrificer draws your mind away, even from the highest abode of yours, with reverent speech and songs of praise.

O Agni, all turn to you with prayers of diverse kinds for the fulfilment of their wishes, as did Angiras.

You alone shine forth with brilliance, you royal lord Agni, in your dear dwellings to fulfil the wishes of all that are and are to be in future.