1 Thou breakest ties of kith and kin, thou causest, too, relationship:

So bruise the sorcerer's offspring, like a reed that groweth in the Rains.

2 Thou hast been blessed with blessing by the sage Kanva Narshada.

Thou fliest like a flashing dart: there is no fear or danger, Plant! within the limit of thy range.

3 Illumining, as 'twere, with light, thou movest at the head of plants.

The saviour of the simple man art thou, and slayer of the fiends.

4 As once when time began the angels with thee expelled the devils,

Even thence, O Plant, wast thou produced as one who wipes and sweeps away.

5 Thou with thousand branches cleavest all.

Do thou, turned backward, cleave and rend the man who treateth us as foes.

6 The evil sprang from earth; it mounts to heaven and spreads to vast extent.

Reverted, shaking him with might, thence on its maker let it fall.

7 For thou hast grown reverted, and turned backward also is thy fruit.

Remove all curses far from me, keep most remote the stroke of death.

8 Preserve me with a hundred, yea, protect me with a thousand aids.

May God, Lord of Plants, give store of strength and power to thee.