Hundred-stemmed, succulent, and worth a thousand, the royal rite of plants, the water's light, let this same Darbha guard us from all quarters, this gift of God shall with life endow us.

2 Drawn forth from butter, juicy, sweetly-flavoured, firm as the earth, unshaken, overthrowing, driving off foes and casting them beneath me, mount with the strength of mighty ones, O Darbha.

3 Thou movest o'er the earth with vigour: lovely in sacrifice thou sittest on the altar. The sages bear thee as a purifier: cleanse thou us from all evil deeds' defilement.

4 A stern and all-victorious king, foe-queller, dear to every man—that energy of the righteous and mighty power, I bind this on thee for long life and welfare.

5 Achieve heroic deeds with Darbha; wearing this Darbha never let thy soul be troubled. In splendour and precedence over others illumine like the sun the heaven's four regions.