Let Kushtha from the Hill of Snow come, a divine deliverer, a blessing from God. Banish thou all consumption, drive all sorceresses far away.

2 Kushtha, three several names hast thou, Naghamara, Nagharisha: let not mishap befall this man for whom I make a remedy of thee at eve, at morning, and by day.

3 Jivala is thy mother's name, thy father's name is Jivala: let not mishap befall this man.

4 Thou art the best amid the plants, even as the ox is best of tame beasts, the tiger of rapacious beasts: let not mishap befall this man.

5 Three times created by God's decree, thrice in the line of the pious, thrice among the sons of the sages, healer of every malady, that Kushtha stands beside the provision of God. Banish thou all consumption, drive all sorceresses far away.

6 In the third heaven above us stands the tree, the seat of the angels: there is the abode of life that dies not: thence was Kushtha sent down.

7 There moved through heaven a golden ship, a ship with cordage wrought of gold: there is the abode of life that dies not; thence was Kushtha sent down.

8 Where is the sinking of the ship, the summit of the Hill of Snow, there is the abode of life that dies not: thence was Kushtha sent down. Healer of every malady, that Kushtha stands beside the provision of God. Banish thou all consumption, drive all sorceresses far away.

9 Thou whom Ikshvaku's ancestor knew, whom he who well loved Kushtha knew, whom Vayasa and Matsya knew, hence healer of all ills art thou.

10 O thou who hast all-reaching might, drive away fever, drive it down, head-racking fever, tertian, continual, lasting for a year.