O Arundhati, protect our oxen and our milky kine: protect each one that is infirm, each quadruped that yields no milk.

2 Let the plant give us sheltering aid, Arundhati, God's gift. Avert consumption from our men and make our cow-pen rich in milk.

3 I welcome the auspicious plant, life-giving, wearing every hue. Far from our cattle may it turn the deadly dart which the Avenger casts.