1 Approach! thou art the mountain's eye, the living thing that saveth us;

A gift bestowed by God, yea, the defence that guardeth life.

2 Thou art the safeguard of the men, thou art the safeguard of the kine,

Thou standest ready to protect the horses that are fleet of foot.

3 Thou, also, Salve! art a defence that rends and crushes sorcerers.

Thou art healing, thou art the delight of all who live, a jaundice-curing balm art thou.

4 Whomso thou creepest over, Salve! member by member, joint by joint,

From him, like some strong arbiter of strife, thou banishest decline.

5 No imprecation reaches him, no magic, no tormenting fiend,

O Salve, rheumatism seizes not the man who carries thee about.

6 From lying speech, from evil dream, from wicked act and sinfulness,

From hostile and malignant eye,—from these, O Salve, protect us well.

7 I, knowing this, O Salve, will speak the very truth and not a lie:

May I obtain both horse and ox, may I restore thy life, O man.

8 Three are the ills that the Salve overcomes, Fever, Consumption, and the Snake.

Its source is the loftiest of mountains, named the Triple-peaked.

9 Sprung from the Snowy Mountain's side, this Ointment of the Three-peaked hill

Crushes and rends all sorcerers and every witch and sorceress.

10 If thou art from the Three-peaked hill or hast thy name from Yamuna,

These names are both auspicious: by these two protect thou us, O Salve!