1 Masculine springs from masculine, Asvattha grows from Khadira. May it destroy mine enemies, who hate me and whom I detest.

2 Crush down my foes, Asvattha! Rend, O Burster, those who storm and rage, by the might of God the Mighty, the Friend, and the Upholder of Law.

3 As thou hast rent and torn apart, Asvattha! in the mighty sea, so rend asunder all those men who hate me and whom I detest.

4 Thou who like some victorious bull displayest thy surpassing might,--with thee, with thee, Asvattha! we would overcome our enemies.

5 May destruction bind them with the bonds of death which never may be loosed, mine enemies, Asvattha! those who hate me and whom I detest.

6 As thou, Asvattha! mountest on the trees and overthrowest them, so do thou break my foeman's head asunder and overpower him.

7 Let them drift downward like a boat torn from the rope that fastened it. There is no turning back for those whom the Cleaver hath driven away.

8 With mental power I drive them forth, drive them with intellect and prayer. We banish and expel them with the branch of an Asvattha tree.