b. A hundred, O mother, are your abodes, A thousand too your shoots, Therefore do ye, with a hundred powers, Make him whole for me.
c. With flowers, with shoots, Fruit-bearing and without fruit, Like steeds victorious The plants are strong to help.
d. 'Plants', O ye mothers, I hail you, O goddesses; Go bearing away defilement, Defilement [1] destroying.
e. In the Aevattha is your seat, In the Parna is your dwelling made; Cows shall in truth be your share If ye shall gain this man.
f. In that in strength I seize These plants in my hand, The soul of the disease perisheth, As before one that taketh alive.
g. When the plants come together Like princes at the assembly, Sage is the physician called, Slayer of Raksases, overpowerer of diseases.
h. Remover is your mother by name, And ye are helpers; Ye are winged streams [2]; Remove whatever is unwell.
i. Let one of you aid another, Let one be of assistance to another; All the plants in unison Do ye further this speech of mine.
k. The strength of the plants hath arisen Like cows from the pasturage, Of them that are fain to win gain, To the self of thee, O man. I Beyond all obstacles, Like the thief the pen, they have strode, The plants have shaken away Every defilement in the body.
m. Those [3] that have mounted thy self, That have entered every limb, May they repel thy disease, Like a dread intercessor.
n. O disease, do thou fly forth With the eagle, the blue jay (kikidivi) With the rush of the wind, With the whirlwind do thou disappear.
o. Rich in steeds, rich in Soma, Full of strength, full of power, I have found all the plants For his safety.
p. The fruitful, the fruitless, The flowering, the flowerless, Impelled by Brhaspati, May they free us from tribulation.
q. The [4] plants whose king is Soma, And which have entered the earth, Of them thou art the highest, Impel us to long life.
r. Falling from the sky The plants said, 'He, whom we reach while in life, Shall not come to ill.'
s. Those that hear now And those that are gone far away, Coming all together here Give ye him healing.
t. May the digger of you come to no ill, Nor he for whom I dig you; May all our bipeds and quadrupeds Be free from disease.
u. The plants hold converse With Soma, the king, 'The man for whom the Brahman prepares (us), We, O king, bring to safety.'