Black is the mother, we have heard, from whom the red-hued pustules sprang. With the healing root I pierce and penetrate them all.

2 I pierce the foremost one of these, I perforate the middlemost, and here I cut the hindermost asunder like a lock of hair.

3 With the remedy that was sent to us I have dispelled thy jealousy. We mitigate and pacify the anger that thou feltest, Lord!

4 Lord of religious rites, by law, anointed, shine thou forth here for ever friendly-minded. So may we all with children, O All-Knowing! worship and humbly wait on Thee.