1 Let the evil powers and their followers fly far away from hence, and let the good Obedience make here his home! And may the good blessedness here likewise dwell, and may she here spread delight and peace within this house, the Lord's, which is sanctified by the healing gift of God, bringing righteousness to all.

2 At the first force of thy pressure, O thou intelligent plant, I praise God with my voice, while I grasp at first thy shoots. At thy next pressure, O intelligent, I praise God with my voice, when as with full force of a man I crush thee down.

3 I give thanks to God for the cloud that waters thee, and the rains which make thee grow on the summits of the mountains; and I give thanks for thy lofty mountains where the branches spread.

4 This wide earth do I give thanks for, expanded far with paths, the productive, the full-bearing, thy mother, holy plant! Yea, I give thanks for the lands where thou dost grow, sweet-scented, swiftly spreading, the good growth of the Lord. O plant, thou growest on the mountains, apart on many paths, and there still mayest thou flourish. The springs of righteousness most verily thou art, and the fountains of the ritual find their source in thee!

5 Grow then, because I pray to God over thee, on all thy stems and branches; in all thy shoots and tendrils increase thou by His word!

6 The plant grows while God is praised, and the man who praises Him is therewith more victorious. The lightest pressure of thee, thy feeblest praise, the slightest tasting of thy juice, avails to the smiting of a thousand evil powers.

7 Wasting doth vanish from that house, and with it foulness, whither in verity they bear thee, and where God's praise in truth is sung, the drink famed and health-bringing as thou art. To his village and abode they bear it.

8 All other toxicants go hand in hand with rapine of the bloody spear, but the stirring power of this drink goes hand in hand with friendship. Light is the exhilaration of this drink.

Who as a tender son caresses this plant, forth to the bodies of such persons it comes to heal.

9 Of all the healing virtues, O Lord, whereby Thou art a healer, grant me some. Of all the victorious powers, whereby Thou art a victor, grant me some. A faithful praiser will I be to Thee, O Lord, and a faithful praiser is a better thing than Righteousness the Best; so hath the Lord, declaring it, decreed.

10 Swift and wise hath the well-skilled God created thee; swift and wise on high Haraiti did He, the well-skilled, plant thee.

11 And taught by implanted instinct on every side, the bountiful birds have carried thee to the Peaks-above-the-eagles, to the mount's extremest summit, to the gorges and abysses, to the heights of many pathways, to the snow-peaks ever whitened.

12 There, on the ranges, dost thou grow of many kinds. Now thou growest of milky whiteness, and now thou growest golden; and forth thine healing liquors flow for the inspiring of the pious. So, O God, terrify away from me the death-aim of the curser. So terrify and crush the thought of him who stands as my maligner.

13 Praise be to God, for He makes the poor man's thoughts as great as any of the richest whomsoever. Praise be to God, for He makes the poor man's thoughts as great as when the mind reaches culmination. With manifold retainers dost Thou, O Lord, endow the man who drinks this mixed with milk; yea, more prosperous Thou makest him, and more endowed with mind.

14 Do not vanish from me suddenly like milk-drops in the rain; let thine exhilarations go forth ever vigorous and fresh; and let them come to me with strong effect. Before Thee, O God, Thou bearer of the ritual truth, and around Thee, would I cast this body, a body which all may see to be fit for gift and well grown.

15 I renounce with vehemence the murderous woman's emptiness, hers whose intellect is dethroned. She vainly thinks to foil us, and would beguile both fire-priest and offering; but she herself, deceived therein, shall perish. And when she sits at home and wrongly eats of the offering, a priest's mother will that never make her, nor give her holy sons!

16 To five do I belong, to five others do I not; of the good thought am I, of the evil am I not; of the good word am I, of the evil am I not; of the good deed am I, and of the evil, not.

To Obedience am I given, and to deaf disobedience, not; to the saint do I belong, and to the wicked, not; and so from this on till the ending shall be the spirits' parting. The two shall here divide.

17 Thereupon spake Zarathushtra: Praise be to God for His provision. Good is the gift of God. All the plants of this gift give I thanks for, on the heights of lofty mountains, in the gorges of the valleys, in the clefts of sundered hill-sides, cut for the bundles bound by women. From the silver cup I pour thee to the golden chalice over. Let me not spill thy sacred liquor to earth, of precious cost.

18 These are Thy Gathas, O Lord, these Thy songs, and these Thy teachings, and these Thy truthful ritual words, imparting health, giving victory, giving healing from harmful hatred.

19 These and thou are mine, and forth let thine exhilarations flow; bright and sparkling let them hold on their steadfast way; for light are thine exhilarations, and flying lightly come they here. Victory-giving is it, victory-giving is it praised; with this Gathic word we praise God.

20 Praise to the Cow; praise and victory be spoken to her! Food for the Cow, and pasture! For the Cow let thrift use toil; yield thou us food.

21 We give thanks to God for the yellow lofty plant; we give thanks for the gift that causes progress, that makes the settlements advance; we give thanks for the gift that drives death afar; yea, we give thanks for all the plants of this gift. And we give thanks for their blessedness, and we remember the righteous Zarathushtra Spitama, the saint.