Thou art the lengthening of life, thy name is Universal Cure. Then, ointment, send felicity; waters, send happiness and peace.

2 The yellow hue, the feverish heat, the shooting pain that rends the limbs, all the consumptive malady let the ointment drive from out thy frame.

3 Let the salve born upon the earth, benignant, giving life to man, make the swift rider on the car sinless, exempt from sudden death.

4 Preserve our breath, O Vital Breath, have mercy on our life, O Life. From the snares of perdition do Thou, O God, deliver us.

5 Thou art a gift sprung from the land of the Indus, a flower of the lightning's season, a blessing of the wind, of breath, and of the sun, a gift from heaven for the eye.

6 Ointment, God's gift from the three-peaked hill, preserve thou me on every side. No plants of earth surpass thee, none from mountain or from cultured ground.

7 Now hath it gently crept within, fiend-slaying, chasing malady, and driving all diseases hence, and evil omens, banished them.

8 Full many a falsehood, O thou All-Seeing King, man hath uttered here: do Thou who hast a thousand powers preserve us from that misery.

9 If we have wrongly cried to the waters, to the cows, if we have cried to any but Thee, for this, endowed with thousand powers, deliver us from misery.

10 God the Friend and the All-Seeing, O salve, have closely followed after thee: may He, when thou art gone afar, restore thee for our use.