1 Thy name is called Silachi, healing plant, a gift of God.

2 Whoever drinketh thee hath life: thou savest and protectest man.

As nursing mother of mankind, thou takest all upon thy lap.

3 Thou clingest close to every tree, as a fond damsel clasps her love.

Thy name is called The Conqueror, She who Stands Fast, The Rescuer.

4 Whatever wound the arrow, or the staff, or violence inflicts,

Thereof thou art the remedy: as such restore this man to health.

5 Thou springest from blest Plaksha, or Asvattha, Dhava, Khadira,

Parna, or blest Nyagrodha, so come thou to us, Arundhati!

6 Gold-coloured, bringing happy fate, most lovely, brilliant as the sun,

Mayst thou, O Healing! come unto the fracture: Healing is thy name.

7 Gold-coloured, bringing happy fate, odorous, hairy-bodied one,

The sister of the Waters art thou, Laksha!

9 Become a winged water-brook, and come to us, Arundhati!