1 So may this water guard us on the bank of Varanavati.

Therein hath healing been infused: with that I ward thy poison off.

2 Weak is the poison of the East, weak is the poison of the North,

So too this poison of the South counts as a cake of curds and meal.

3 When he hath made of thee a cake, broad, steaming, swelling up with fat,

And even in hunger eaten thee, then gripe him not, thou hideous one!

4 Intoxicater! like a shaft we make thy spirit fly away,

Like a pot boiling on the fire, we with our word remove thee hence.

5 We set around thee with the prayer as 'twere a gathered armament.

Stay quiet like a rooted tree. Dug up with mattocks, gripe not thou.

6 For coverings men have bartered thee, for skins of deer and woven cloths.

Thou art a thing of sale, O Plant. Dug up with mattocks, gripe not thou!