For lengthened life I bind on thee the Darbha grass, the mighty plant, excellent, hard to overthrow, with hundred stems and thousand blades.

2 They cut not off his hair, they strike no blow upon the breast for him to whom God gives protection by Darbha that hath uninjured leaves.

3 O plant, thy root is in the sky, and thou art stationed on the earth: with thee who hast a thousand stalks we strengthen all the powers of life.

4 Through all three skies the plant hath pierced, and the three regions of the earth; with thee I split in twain the tongue and words of the bad-hearted man.

5 Thou art victorious in thy might: I am endowed with conquering strength: possessed of overpowering force we two will quell our enemies.

6 Subdue our foeman, overcome the men who fain would fight with us. Conquer all evil-hearted ones: make many well-disposed to me.

7 With Darbha that hath sprung by God's gift, stationed in heaven's rain, full many a time, with this have I won many men, have won and may I win them still.

8 Do thou, O Darbha, make me dear to scholar and ruler, dear to labourer, and to freeman dear, yea, dear to every man we love, to every man with eyes to see.

9 He who first fixed earth in her position, He who established heaven and air's mid-region, whom sinner ne'er hath known as his supporter,—this Darbha, by His leave, be our shelter and protection!

10 First of all plants it sprang into existence, victorious, hundred-stemmed, the foe-subduer. So may this Darbha from all sides protect us: with this may I subdue our foes in battle.